the center of my passing moment her face profiled into the corner shadow pale and delightful
her beach sand picker outfit gives an upscale look of leisure but her eyes shout her intense inner demons nervous energy dance her fingers on the kitchen table
a fine sheen of sweat covers her cleavage which she opens further to cool off oh my....
her wrist sparkles with bands of silver and jewels and makes small metallic sounds as she reaches up to brush away a strand of hair with a swift soft movement that is almost ****** as her perfumed and lithe form leans toward me as i in one sweeping moment get a glimpse of what it must be like to be in her arms and that intense and absolute beautiful moment in the near presence of this goddess leaves me without the ability to speak for several moments she asks if i am allright and becomes alarmed when i do not respond i manage to assure her
i adore women i love being with them i love just being around them they make the world a beautiful place
my girlfriend says that im a typical male pig....i disagree...i am a hedonist to be certain, at least to an extent...but beyond that, women are without any doubt one the universes most wonderful and mysterious creations...and i am in love with certain specific women (like my girlfriend) but i am also in love with womanhood (which is a universe and a temple, a deep wood filled with dark mystery, a wonderouse land of delight and joy....) i love being in love with women and everything about them. (the woman i wrote this about had a good but embarrassed laugh upon reading it...she wishes to remain anonymous...so i dedicate this poem to an anonymous goddess)