A Call To Dichotomy

I draw out the whore

Without effort,

But with play,

I make such things

Easy without

Being comfortable,

Use my strength to make

A fight of it,

You will earn me,

And in return,

I may grant permission,

For you to relinquish

Thought for feeling,

Trust your body,

To the intelligence

Which flows through my

Actions,

Boyish and gentle

Immutable whilst

Mysterious,

Animal and

Thoughtful,

I call to you,

Draw you out

As I cross the room,

To

Claim

You.