Older than me,
innocent,
put myself in your way
wishing you wouldn't leave,
hoping
you would give in to the mystery
that was me, —
wanted to explode
with you,
dynamite
to mold to you,
in tune
with one another,
you
subtle, sweet, bold, deep,
almost out of control,
Then patient again, —
waiting,
slowing my quick breaths,
regain control,
not like me to give in,
prefer to dominate.
I am alive, alive—
your heart beating inside me,
could not be any closer if we
were one,
more deeply inside me
if you were my own heart.
In this moment, I am yours,
allowing you to share me,
fervor secreting from every pore,
Your reward for a job well done.
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