Your beauty is classic

Your presence is magic

I long for your dance

Supple and orgasmic


You are sculpted shadow

Drawing strength from deep waters

The torrid currents reverberate

Moving ecstasy further


This is a fantasy

Etched in rhyme

I imagine your chemistry

I imagine your mind


You bring bulletproof style

Framed by chiseled features

Your shadows move effortlessly

Like tectonic plates beneath us


I see your sculpted body

I try to imbue it with meaning

I conjure hypermodern mythology

A tapestry of pulsating feelings


Shadow magic is destiny

It is erotic power transformed

You vibrate with currents of electricity

Summoning a growing revolutionary storm

Images are by @dariomattus on IG



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