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Aug 2013
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 meΒ Β 
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,Β Β 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)
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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