beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women


There is still

Wonder in

The world,

Blushing sunsets

The lexicon of

Private jokes,

A rogues gallery of


Relaxing in my direction

As you rest against my chest,

I walk my path,

The universe cheers us on,

The quiet wonderful time

Of alchemies colliding

And in the gentle forge

I grow new skin

See you

Through eyes washed free

Of guilt and worry,

I earn my place,

My name and why

Should this be different?

But there is still wonder

And I see it

In everything



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