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When I See Her....(an ode to a "real" woman)
“...........'Cause a real man, knows a real woman when he sees her
And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her
And a real woman knows a real man always comes first
And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth “
….and in the midst of a parallel deflection
opposites attract, yet moving in opposite directions
the heart doth not see
propelled by an emotional pendulum
at least it seems that way to me.......
….she's still one of the beautiful ones
remembering the first time we met
oil and water
becoming sweet salad vinaigrette
continually tossing the others salad
until the proper mixture......met
it's taste and feel divine
Living in the moment,
time out of mine
and my God
the intimacy of the love
that we made
inside from the rain
beneath spring moistened trees
under the deepened shade
and grey sable skies
The feeling's love
( deeply rooted between you and I )
found in the heat
of every torrid stroke of our hips
the sucking of the others wet lips
soothing the hard, heaviness
hanging between my thighs
filling the *tent* of her throbbing womb
“....cumming fast, hard but never, ever too soon”
still longing to let
flesh inundate flesh
Oh what a feeling
a creamy wet, beautifully
nightmarish mess.....I still want it all
“ a woman's work”.......she recognizes the heart
a beautiful man
she pushes it away
as fast and as hard as she can
standing upon unrighteous truths
and strong indignation
torn between a heart
and sweet, sensual litigation
….and I remain tossed and driven
inside her quiet storm
brilliant moving colors
longing to be held inside her arms
she shared them with me
yet.....they shall never be mine
the reasons never clear
why I shouldn't be yours
and you shouldn't be mine......
…..she is a “real woman” and her heart can be so damned unkind
Published 29th Apr 2016
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29th Apr 2016 11:25pm
Sounds like a real woman indeed,
Enjoyed each line as it was all so vivid and seductive.
However, I think it belongs in the erotic category than in the love category. But
it was definitely a pleasure reading this. :)
Enjoyed each line as it was all so vivid and seductive.
However, I think it belongs in the erotic category than in the love category. But
it was definitely a pleasure reading this. :)
It's called "making love" because it has to be created and maintained. And DAMN did you create every requisite layer, connect them with innate nature. That's smooth making it look like flow and nothing composed, when nothing is left to chance. I call your style Serendipitously Smooth. Thanks for the lesson MrM
