You look into my eyes and see things you don't understand. Am I a mystery? I think not. You look at my smile; You search for something that isn't there. Am I a mystery? I think not. You listen to my voice, and call me an angel. This angel is flesh and blood, Not a doll to be put on show. You see - I'm not a mystery. I am me.
I am flesh and blood. Touch me; I wont break. There's no mystery here. Caress me; feel the warmth. I'm not a mystery; I am Woman.
Here I am - desires abound; Relentless and sensuous - yours to caress Like a flower; make me bloom. Don't stop; not even to rest! No mystery here; Just a Woman. I feel the weight of your body against mine; Your heaving breath upon my skin. The most gentle touch on my thigh, The soft nibbling on my breasts - Moving slowly in a downward motion. Now you see, I'm no mystery; I am Woman. I am all Woman
Not only are you all woman...your a slice of fresh air in this little corner...You have me hooked... Fantastic read Thank you xxx
velvet1972OPweston-super-mare, Somerset, England UKJan 19, 2013
Thankyou so much for your kind words. I found poetry when I was amidst chemotherapy 4 yrs ago, amazing how the risk of having no life makes you look through different eyes, or should I say, looking through the same eyes differently?
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God bless x