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To Heal A King

Sometimes

When I am holding

My guts in

I think of you

And it kills the pain

What a gift it is

And how I reward

Kissing

Stroking light beneath

Your skin

Pinned and delighted

Commanded

To elysian shores

Of pleasure

To heal a king

Warrior

Magician

Lover is to have

Them serve you

With an attention

Tenfold the force

Of gravity

 

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All You Are

There are times

When i, always a gentleman,

Shed my skin and relinquish

Being a gentle man

heavy with desire

Armoured with

Need as I bend you

Over

Not a transformation

But a reveal like dusk

Squeeze you beneath

My fingers

As I take you

Fucking you into surrender

A holy fire burns through us

Both

I shudder and grunt

Like wildness

Furred and exposed to you

I listen and read you

Like tarot

I am that which turns

Pain and wrath

Into an ecstasy

To make

The stars dim in envy

And afterwards speak

In sighs

I listen

Restored and absorbing

All you

Are

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Four In The Morning

In my heart

It is always four in the morning

Where we talk

Touch and please

One another

I give up some sleep

To rest in your

Attention

When the dawn arrives

I almost resent it

But the grit in my eyes

Isn’t sandpaper

But the dust from diamonds

Like the ones which

Tingle on your skin

When the light blows

Across your skin

My mouth

Follows

I make you breakfast

Then make you

Breakfast

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