Sometimes I feel forbidden to say -
perhaps the decency of my mind -
that which I feel no lovely words could shape
that which I could delicately or forcefully expose
the danger of passion becoming so consumed
by the violence of attraction - one is blinded to the
actuality of an embrace - true intentions
irrelevantly understood
i want you
closing my eyes reveals a parting
mouth and clenched fists - exploring
the softness of my own skin as you once did
the urgent desire to feel everything -
the strong sleeping arm that could toss me
with skillful precision where it wants
and a warm knocking on my thighs
as I awake invitingly hospitable
to he who is no longer a stranger
what phantom desires have slumbered and
hid - cleverly lurk now, tired of passiveness
born into hunger and frighteningly persuasive
a distance that suggests more of a dream
than a reality, such dangerous waters
await us and all the same i breathe
fire from my eyes, want one last chance
to take you into me and shed myself
further - to stake my claim upon your
heart with magic touches I am well aware
of their actual damage. if you hear me
calling from a distant land - come to me only
if you are ready, no matter how convincing I am
I want you
I want all of you
I want you when you can give yourself completely to me
I will have you
Come to me, lover
Come to me, amour
I will hear you roar.
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