my home is soft and cozy, taking after you
my home keeps out the soul's cold winter
my home sleeps amidst the seasons and summertime languor
in the room, the messy bed in the muddled morning
a heady blend of smells and books
found between forever and the midnight hour
my mouth travels across your body
my arms confine you against me...
your desire like a hounded animal
that gives in...
my desire is violence that becomes a rumbling purr
to tame and carry you from reality to dream-state
my home becomes solar, lunar and calls out for you
from a hundred thousand whispered "no" rises out
a "come I want you"...
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