he sits among great poets
a void in talent
and i pull down his words
and sigh........
unacquainted with
fate and glass breaking
in the dark wrinkles of night
my breath is culled
caught off my guard
i lose my balance of character
he speaks of Love
and twists my arm
and my mind flies circles
around his lust
surprised by my desire
I bow into the rhythm
of his body
and lose control
and all the words written
now fade in the moment
of pure delightful
sex
a void in talent
and i pull down his words
and sigh........
unacquainted with
fate and glass breaking
in the dark wrinkles of night
my breath is culled
caught off my guard
i lose my balance of character
he speaks of Love
and twists my arm
and my mind flies circles
around his lust
surprised by my desire
I bow into the rhythm
of his body
and lose control
and all the words written
now fade in the moment
of pure delightful
sex