Poetry (words)

Becoming 

Eyes covered with sensuality. Not blinkered, but blacked out. Tied gently not to hide nor to deceive, but to discover. 

You’re not vulnerable in my hands, you are loved. I know your hips, the dips and curves of you. The flow of your mind too. 

This is who we are and what we share will always be ours alone. I’m aware of this control, this hunger you evoke in me.

You are all of my cravings you are sustenance. To touch you is to truly let go. You allow me to be this. You give me the depth to become. 

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