beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Test

Within your vision,

I reacquaint myself

With the man I aspire to be

Not something lost or denied,

And where I falter,

You offer the means

To reach higher, to take wing

Within the sky of myself,

Even as I wallow in the rough dirt

Of my self,

It makes my touch prone to leaving marks

My kiss, as insistent as a promise

A gentle, brutal man

Who wants and not needs

Leaning into the edge of my fears,

Reaching for ambitions as distant as stars

And as close as a secret

Stronger for the beautiful, flowing test

Of your divine feminine

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