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Julia Rose
2 min readAug 29, 2022

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A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Photo by Everton Vila on Unsplash

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She’s a poetess.

Her verse like otherworldly spells.

Beckoning him to come play in her poetry.

To nest in her.

He’s like the warm, tingly feeling she gets

when strolling through bookstores,

creating photographs,

or sipping coffee in a little cafe.

Medicine for her mood

when she feels like howling to the accompaniment

of dark skies that overwhelm.

Even in this, he understands her magic

like nobody else.

How it’s made up of passion and pain.

Realness and truth.

He’s a practitioner of his own magic,

like the mystifying way he moves inside her

with a smile that lights her up inside

and the top down.

The night sky as their blanket.

The moon taking its rest.

Deeply, he gazes into the sorcery of her brown eyes.

Trying to unpack her mind full of thoughts

while plunging into the mystery.

“Relax,” he whispers, and she fantasizes it a command.

She loves how he never stops wanting to learn her,

especially as they love each other alive.

He knows that only the taste of his lips will do.

That she wants him to think of her as the luna wolf.

Hungry and loving the chase of her lover.

The feminine urge

to wrap her legs around him in this

and every lifetime.

© Julia R. DeStefano

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Julia Rose
Julia Rose

Written by Julia Rose

The Red Queen in her crown. YA & adult poetry. Love & relationships. I preserve moments in the glistening amber of language. #WhirlingIntoFlame now available.

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