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Like rusted coiled wire in dirt, my heart is weathered ... My love at tiimes timid.
Like a cunning hungary lion crouching in tall grass, he hunted me... I knew i was in his sights.
I coyley slowed ... stumbled ... recieved his bite.
I welcomed the pain; it hurts so good.
I welcome his honesty; it stings so good.
I welcome his intensity ... sometimes i cant breath. Its fine, when were close I dont need to. At those times it seems he is breathing for me.
Like wildfire he consumes me, like the ocean I rock him in my bussom... he is calm.
Heaving breast and wide hips, to him my body is the land of milk and honey.
His peace resides in my light. Unknowingly, he is my muse: to him i am art.
I am his prey...
