I see you
I love you
I feel you
I breathe you.
You are mine
You are hers
You are the world’s
You are beautiful.
I know you
I crave you
I desire you
I devour you.
Two halves to your whole,
We hold you close.
Heart safe and warm,
Between the sheets of passion and love.
Sleep sound darling,
Sweet Repose.
Always beside you,
When I’m nowhere near.
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On supported grounds we lose our footing
angling and dangling towards the unknown
waters below blue and black
like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety
resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
just a simple necessity of lubrication
risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
powerful feats of engineering,
no longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
or Fall.
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You are mine now.
Mine to cherish, and to embrace. To envelope.
To kiss. And to touch.
Mine to love.
Mine to lick. And to fuck.
To penetrate. To fill.
Mine to take. Now. Again. Once more.
Always once more.
You are mine to behold. Mine to ponder.
Mine to taste, and to consume.
Mine to ache for. To long for. To lust after.
You are mine now to love.
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daddy’s little slut
whispers that make my legs shake
until we come together
when i touch myself
warm lips uncontrollable
even angels cry
forever ready
pounding away till night’s end
your faithful strap on
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Letters For My Lovers 