There are blossoms
On the trees
A heat which matches
The temperature of
Want which seethes within me,
And the hours fly like
Birds until I cross your
Path, and the languid ease
Becomes something else,
Urgent, almost anxious,
To get as deep as I can
And still find it wanting,
Until we are shining with sweat,
Cling to me,
Free to be wanton in your
Surrender,
And the things I’ve whispered
About doing to you,
Become tangible acts,
The sight of you,
Strips me of shame,
And I fuck without
Fear or self consciousness,
And in not holding back,
If I leave bruises on your
Beautiful skin,
Consider them marks of
Possession,
This heat within,
Maddening and wonderful,
Lends me a strength enough
To tear down
Buildings,
But you, you, you,
Make me gentle
For a moment.
MB Blissett 
Yes! I love this!!
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Thank you so much. The good weather inspired me today.
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I adore this, all of it, but the last three lines, I love the best.
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Thank you so much. I’m always happy when anyone reads my writing, and comments are a gift. I appreciate it.
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I think you’re a gifted writer, having someone comment on one’s work is inspiring. 🙂
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It is. I appreciate I have a great group of people who come and see what I’ve been writing, yourself included. It is my purpose to write, and having an audience makes it all the more satisfying.
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Agree with House of Hearts above- the last three lines…!!! Fantastic piece!
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