beauty, love, men, poetry, women

Slayer

Close

Like you’ve crossed

The threshold

And a wild animal

Wears my shape

Summoned through

Discipline

Appetite stoked

My nose to the nape of your neck

Inhale you until you shiver

I could reduce you to sobbing

Fury where all thoughts have fled

But

Not

Right

Now

The promise of you

Has me lean and bearing

All the world throws up

At

To

Me and yet you stand at my back

As I slay dragons

To steal their treasure

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