With You

I’d consider myself a poet
But I don’t have words
For how much
I crave your skin pressing
Onto mine
I’m a gentle touch
Yet you spin me
I want you
To throw me down
I want your hands to
Pin me into place
Hold me
Where you want me
There I stay
Breathing heavy
I want to be rough
And
I want to be soft
What I want most
Is it all
With you

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