Alhambra Paladin
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Far better than the flashing fountain fire
Of love inside a Moorish courtyard, eyes,
My eyes are fixed on flesh, your flesh, desire
As strong as scimitars. I smooth your thighs
Apart. You spread them willingly above
The tiles and cushions, silk not smooth enough
For skin like yours. Yet still it knows the love
It needs. It needs a soldier’s hands, their rough
Demand. You close your eyes so you can see
With other eyes, the eyes that skin can feel,
The touch that grasps and forces wide the knee
And other knee for opening like steel.
It enters harder than the pillars’ strength.
You open for the saintliest male length.
~ Phillip Whidden
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