*You are standing there
in that five o’clock shadow
words escape me
Blame that look on your face
everything you’ve said and
those eyes, those eyes
that penetrate fiercely
I hear your steps
cross the room unhurriedly
rapture comes in your place
bare and impatient
I am motionless
wanting to devour
the space between bodies
to let tremble and crave
take over your gift and
consume your power
Blood rushes
your hands fall heavy
as the weight of your body
spoil me in your richness
and then be still for me
let me hold you
let me hold you for hours
in the strength of a gentle, but
intolerant straddle*
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
*You are standing there
in that five o’clock shadow
words escape me
Blame that look on your face
everything you’ve said and
those eyes, those eyes
that penetrate fiercely
I hear your steps
cross the room unhurriedly
rapture comes in your place
bare and impatient
I am motionless
wanting to devour
the space between bodies
to let tremble and crave
take over your gift and
consume your power
Blood rushes
your hands fall heavy
as the weight of your body
spoil me in your richness
and then be still for me
let me hold you
let me hold you for hours
in the strength of a gentle, but
intolerant straddle*
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