Desire

Samhain woman

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The art of love
The love of your fucking beauty
My Goddess,
Who are you?

Paradoxical woman
The light hits your eyes
Soulless, deep, warm
Enchanting me, you do
I hear them belly dancing
Ching-Chang
Clink-Clank
Bitch, my bitch—
Doused in necklace, metal
Decorating those hips
I watch sweat cascade.

Thirst possesses me
Your eyes speak in
Seduction foreign
And I want them stripped.

Show me your soul
I will howl
Let me court you in rags
I am a beggar, homeless, destitute
If I cannot have you.

I do not want just flesh
I do not love you for your mind
I want to know the person
The love—behind your fucking masqueraded eyes.

Turn off those eyes that command ten-thousand demons,
Your eyes that make God blush…