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“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” – Anaïs Nin

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i am like the sea
born of salt
and a wetness so deep
i’ll never shake off
i rise
and the storms within me
stir themselves without
my consent
can you cherish me
the way you cherish
open water?
because i don’t want
my storms to wash you away.
you don’t need to come close
i just need to know
that you’re watching from the quay
with reverence
with respect
with love
i am my mother’s child
and i am so much
bigger
than my small hands
can hold.
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pleasure
intruding
hazy
hands spasm and
eyes turn white
with the
force

riding this
riding this wave
is this okay?
are you sure?
oh god
oh god

    and heaven
feels like
your hands
pulling
pushing
everywhere

you took me
apart like i was
nothing.
do it again.

i’ve been listening to The Weeknd a lot recently which is good for working to and making you horny as fuck, so expect a lot of sex poetry.
speaking of which, I’m hopefully going to get a copy of Michael Faudet’s poem book Dirty Pretty Things which no doubt satisfy my craving for erotic poems.