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Man...

Upon his shoulders the world he carries society’s weight  
In the soil of humanity, the peers determine his fate  
Unto the woman he is as gentle in the heart and caring for the seeds of her sacred womb  
Seductive words, a soft caress is the conception of his engaging tune  
What God have put together let no man asunder  
From Heaven and earth let his words, his good deeds, never allow his mind to go under  
The protector in his jungle since the beginning of time  
On his knees praying as he accepts and adopt the creed of all mankind  

Mm… God’s true perfection awarded to the softness of a woman, is man  
No matter where he lays his head, or where his feet may stand  
In his muscle the strength to always surpass  
His words by law to the ears of society will always outlast  
Mm... I do love men just for the being and the dusk given of his soulful creation  
His enticement, his allure when clothes are off, no shame in his carnal hesitation  
The best treat to please since the taste of apple pie  
Mm... just to have him worshiping my essence found in the nectar between my Creole thighs  
Moans of blending pleasure reaching the throne beyond the stars, resonating our sacred lullabies  
 
His weakness as he stands in truth, hiding the worries of his pain  
Yet, strong enough to ease the tears of a female when she feels the sting of earth’s rain  
Oo.. as a man who stands before me  
Bow upon the greet  
In the bedroom he becomes the ambassador of my sexual needs  
Shelter my existence through life as I reach steppingstones to be of greater  
Then reward me as your woman in the bedroom much later  
Let me take care your woes when society places strips upon your back  
Unto my bosom lay your head and rest your weary soul, mmm. yes, just like that  
 
The protector, a woman’s human shield
Within his right from the boredom, beyond the reminisces of the cotton fields  
I need to show my love and my humble appreciation for the image from the breath of live bared by divinity nostrils to share unto the riches of his Kingdom come  
Sit and rest your soul as time flow like the sands of time and tell your future generations how your disappointments, your aspirations, and your dreams were won
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 28th Jun 2022
Author's Note
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

Mark Twain
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