beautiful,
your words like a symphony,
persuading my limbs into reactionary actions
encompassing desires stirred not shaken
by these same words
the essence of your presence
a gentle, genteel magnificence
sweet
to the touch
to the smell
to the taste
hold me by the waist as u lay waste to my defences
my shy inward exterior buckles in this paradoy of paradoxes
run ur fingers through my loxes
ur nails over my scalp
as ur nector flow twix ur lips from a mind caught in the
grip of eternal fascination for the fathers creation
u make me
u made me
u unmake the bullshit in me
and remade me with sense
and its all because of ur presence
Glen Toussaint 2012©
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