Test my strength
In the dark
Handling you with firm, direct care
Moving against me,
Guided by the voices of my lust,
Howling through my bones
Damp with sweat
Pinned to the bed
And used until you are full
This is how I love,
A pearlescent bullet
Fired from the depths of me
A primitive place
Decorated with twisted garlands of reason
Manners and decorum to hide
The glint of fangs in the moonlight
Send me away,
I will return to you
And in the meantime
Here as I plunge into you
My fingers in your mouth
Tracing the outlines of your face
Lost to my authority
With a skill which has you screaming
Buck against me
I can handle you just fine.
Good lord you have a magical way of weaving words and images.
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Thank you so much. The poetry is something that allows me to express myself and if anyone else feels something I’m honoured.
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