the coming…

he is dangerous 
looming devastation
he is coming
enters
so daringly
with a glare
of stars
a fire
reckless
relentless
tastes of wood
like his scent
could linger
perfume me
sensuous smoke
cling
to my peeling skin
I open 
and he suffocates me
yes…Take to me
as your parched lips
pant for water 
his presence sends
fiercely whisper intentions
willing me to come
uncloaked 
and assuredly
as he understands
my sway
the annihilation
of hips
spilling oceans
burning his center

and I do…

I am..

come 
daring fires 
swelling waters

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