Man

Apr 14, 2011 18:39

Man

You gaze at me with half-lidded eyes
as you gasp my name between passion-filled kisses.
You cry out in a voice raspy with need - in wanton heat,
as if the paths my fingers traced were poured with liquid fire.

Spread like a giant feline on the silken sheets
In your nakedness, you were exposed yet not shamed.
Your sun-kissed limbs spread, wide;
wanting, and maybe submitting.
You are weak. You are man.

>> Not patient enough to bother with the formatting.

poem, man

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