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Turn the lights off and let me see you bare.
Even in the darkness,
all I want to do is stare.

Fall into the sheets
and tell me what you crave,
I'll let you whisper secrets,
if you let me misbehave.

The words are softly spilling
from your breathless wicked lips,
they make me grin in pleasure,
with my hands upon your hips.

The time for talk is over,
with my face between your thighs.
You come across an angel,
but the devil's in your eyes.

We both can drown in ecstasy
while the world ends in our kiss.
Climb on top of me and moan,
as we meld
into the
bliss.
Where does hierarchy begin?
    Is it where the strong is on top,
and the weak step upon?

Where does your dignity be placed?
   Is it where your always be the winner,
no matter what, even it has bitter taste.

Is SURVIVAL really that cruel?
That some of us are just a tool,
a fool for the strong to be cool.

No, it can't be that bad
yet reality is quite sad.

Despite our hard beginnings
Life still is beautiful
that losing isn't everything.

Dignity is placed -
where you respect yourself the most
and Hierarchy isn't important
to where your love is...


© Pax
yeH! a new poem, a longer one and it's been long i haven't rhyme like this. a bit hard when you have limited vocab, my apologies for its simplicity and many thanks for reading.
for every season
there is a reason
an upward purpose
to believe in

a time for finding
the love of life in
the perfect seven
this side of heaven
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