this is poetry


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


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


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


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

October 30, 2015

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