When you kiss a woman,
and find her mouth sweet,
it is your love that you taste,
it is your heart that has raced.
When you touch a woman,
and find her throbbing surrender,
it is your surrender, that you observe,
it is your desire that you must serve.
When you love a woman,
and find her delicate soul within,
it is your soul that you discover
it is being loved, you are the lover
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A very elegant Déjà vu… My good Sir,
I see the “it” within the lines… and the “her” between the words..!!
Yes you do, dont you? Lol. Thanks