beauty, love, poetry, sex, women

Oh how we burn

Lips to the fragile anemone

Of your ear

Between your thighs

Whispering all

A man would say to

His woman

Using and being used

Blind revelations

Making my grasp

Stronger than handcuffs

Held down and made to

Feel all that’s within me

You’re so beautiful

It makes me want to

Break things

But not you

No, the marks I leave

Are poems in their way

Condensed and focused

Inspiration

The coral pink muse

Which ushers in stories

And I fill you

Fill you until bursting

The flames lick higher

As I put flint to tinder

And we burn

Oh how

We

Burn.

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