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woman
I kiss you
feel your hands drifting
and I am in a haze
of such delirious pleasure
it's almost like pain
your hands, softly explore
skin and I open like a flower
to invite you in
Come, lover whisper secrets
in the satin of the night
come and play in shadows
let us bathe in candle light
I can offer you my body
if you only want my mind
come and be my lover
let me kiss along your skin
and you my dear will see magic
if you only let it in
come and whisper with me knealing in the
night
did you know that this is sacred
and olde and ancient rite
for this is the eternal balance
between a woman and a man
warrior, and healer
forever intertwined
Come, and gaze upon me clothed
in just the shadows of the night
but let me warn you
this privilege is not light
for I am a woman
maiden,
mother,
crone,
beautiful and terrible
like a rose that holds
a thorn
I am a woman
nurture of life
taste me if you will
If your kisses I invite
I would hold you in my arms
and murmur soothing things
for to make you peaceful
is simply a woman's way
but scorned
I am a storm
the coldest rain
but if you mean no harm
you have not to be afraid
feel your hands drifting
and I am in a haze
of such delirious pleasure
it's almost like pain
your hands, softly explore
skin and I open like a flower
to invite you in
Come, lover whisper secrets
in the satin of the night
come and play in shadows
let us bathe in candle light
I can offer you my body
if you only want my mind
come and be my lover
let me kiss along your skin
and you my dear will see magic
if you only let it in
come and whisper with me knealing in the
night
did you know that this is sacred
and olde and ancient rite
for this is the eternal balance
between a woman and a man
warrior, and healer
forever intertwined
Come, and gaze upon me clothed
in just the shadows of the night
but let me warn you
this privilege is not light
for I am a woman
maiden,
mother,
crone,
beautiful and terrible
like a rose that holds
a thorn
I am a woman
nurture of life
taste me if you will
If your kisses I invite
I would hold you in my arms
and murmur soothing things
for to make you peaceful
is simply a woman's way
but scorned
I am a storm
the coldest rain
but if you mean no harm
you have not to be afraid
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