this is poetry

i

the look in your eyes
closing the door behind you
stalking towards me

ii

your lips on my ear
hanging on every vowel
calling me baby

iii

when you grab my hair
and then use it to gently
push me to my knees

iv

your quaking body
preparing to stake your claim
with your sweet release

October 30, 2015

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