Women - that's why I write poems about them Because they drive me crazy. To remember everything thats happened Before memory is hazy.
All I can do is think of memories made To treasure each moment of sweet seduction. Oasis in a desert are each maid (Though the logic would seem non-existent).
Now experiences go tinkling like glass Through the infinite;- To be made a part of memories On love's sandy beach.
The infinite, the abyss Perhaps just a blind chance;- Crevice of ice - long for that kiss - Or if you'd love to dance that all-night dance.
The outer essence Which hides the package within;- This evanescence Where time outlasts our sin.
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Nicely written poem....