Butch Stuff, Love, Poetry

Passion Rules…

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

It’s dangerous to fall
For a thing like me
A feral Oracle
a carnal romantic
I can torch 
Your soul
With a kiss
Transport you
to places
You’ll never forget
I can summon
the wild
Within you
Scratches down my back
Your tongue
And fingertips
I knew your name before I spoke it
It was carved into my heart
I can prove it
Within our shaking stares
I’ll recite the sacred lines to
Ignite a heroic flare
With bitemarks down
Your neck
And thighs
We’ll share
All of our secrets
In a single breath
Fall in love and never relent
And you’ll think of me
Every time you dress
And you’ll know
We were always meant to be
And you’ll know
Why they name storms
After things
Like me


I am not afraid…I was born for this…


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