My Universe.

My Universe,
Gentle I will be.
Unless you need a storm,
A hurricane to form.
Whisper it to me in the breeze,
Amongst moon and trees.
I will adjust, my King,
Always to temper,
All your wants and needs.

I’ll give the calm that you seek,
After splitting my thighs a part.

Just allow me.

Under your moody sky,
In the twilight, to sleep,
To breathe, freely.
Without your grasp,
As tight of a hold.
Giving way to sleep,
Until morning’s weak glow.
Lying peacefully,
Breathing me in,
You hold.
Giving yourself completely to me,
Precious soul.