angst and ache and wild mess…

give me your tender and your fire. your angst and ache and wild mess.

give me your tender and your fire. your angst
and ache and wild mess. all of it broken open,
nothing less. i want passion and raw vulnerability…
the stretching of your heart walls and all those
flowers growing from your chest.

– butterflies rising

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the tender and the fire…

give me the tender and the fire. i want the angst and ache and wild mess.

give me
the tender and the fire.
i want the angst and ache
and wild mess.
all of it broken open,
nothing less.
because there’s just nothing else
that can disarm me like that.
it completely takes me apart…
a man’s passion and
raw vulnerability,
the stretching of his heart walls
and all those flowers growing
from his chest.

– butterflies rising

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if it comes close to you…

if it comes
close to you,
it has to be
destiny-colored
and deep. souled.
there is too much
gold in that skin for
anything but sure hands
to touch it.
there is too. much. fire.
in that chest…
they’ve got to dance
with your wildness and
play in your beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry
on your lips with their kiss.

if it comes close to you,
it has to feel like this.
nothing less.

– butterflies rising

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