beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

otiose beast

If sometimes

I appear otiose,

In such matters,

I won’t apologise

Unreconstructed and elegant

In my way,

Simple hungers

Made playful,

All men seek release

As prophets seeks gods,

As birds build nests

And monsters lairs,

In such things,

I bear a similar approach

Stronger than you

Less chaos with time

And even to take yours from you,

Negotiate your surrender

The thrilling glide of my fingertips

The brutish rasp of my beard against you,

Hasten my release

Give me strength to bear the burdens of the world

Through fluttering moments of worship

Between your quivering thighs.

And I would fight hordes

Bare handed

Bring furs to wrap around you

Build a fire to keep you warm

Meat to fill your belly

It is there,

In every breath

If sometimes

I appear otiose,

In such matters,

I won’t apologise

 

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