My Universe.

My Universe,
Gentle I will be.
Unless you need a storm,
A hurricane to form,
Whisper it to me in the breeze,
Between dusk and trees.
I will adjust, my King,
Always to temper,
All your wants and needs.
After splitting my thighs a part,
Allow me.
Under your moody sky,
In twilight dreams, to sleep,
To breathe, freely,
Without your grasp,
As tight of a hold.
And peaceful breath,
Moves,
Until morning,
Wraps us in glow.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.