- Erotic Poetry
- I Am Yours
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I am a blank book,
impart your wisdom,
set down your laws,
fill each page
with your words,
that I may belong to you.
I am soft clay,
shape me,
mold me,
into a form
that is pleasing to you.
Then let me bask
in the fires,
of your kiln.
I am a bare canvas,
use your brushes,
use your spounges,
use your fingers,
paint me as you see me,
so that no other picture
can be seen.
I am a barren parcel of land,
flow your river of love over me,
plant your seeds
within my flesh,
sink your roots into my heart,
that the miricle can happen,
and the plants will grow and flourish.
I am a vessel,
filled to overflowing,
with terror,
fear,
and self-loathing,
wash me in your arms,
clense me in your heart,
and fill me with the sight
of your eyes gazing into mine.
