Poetry (words)

This morning 

This morning passed in a haze of lust. A haze of you. Control abandoned and untamed. Giving in to let it all go. Setting free what lies within. So very deep within. 

Unlocked and unleashed, but this is not hell. This is a place I’ve never visited…I want to get to know it well. 

Eyes covered, but not against the light. A sensory explosion you’re the vision in my sight. 

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