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The Wish
Everything I say
about this woman
will suffer
from being highly
oversimplified. She
slid me down
a rainbow
right into her charms,
that allowed me
a glimpse
into incredible eyes
where I did not see
her soul, but
a universe. Everyone
this Queen of Tantric
spoke about, including
her Shaman she
was … all of them,
in both passion
and being. No
woman I ever met
has exemplified
so vast a journey
into the art of pure
caring. A devotion
matched only by
her tenderness. She
poured out all my
doubts, thick
as molasses, and
made me a believer
in the power of women,
and mothers. She
was the magical pixy
of heartfelt wishes,
and I with one request -
to be her only child.
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I have read several of your poems. they are excellent. I enjoy your thoughts on women, however you will never know everything about them I don't think. Keep up the nice penning.
Never been a woman of the
Never been a woman of the light, I wish, predestined always to never fully understand them. Such fragrant sorrows. Thank you for your comments.
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I liked reading this. You are a lover of us crazy women folk aren't you...
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I never met a crazy woman.
I never met a crazy woman. At least not one I would call whacked out or zany. They simply have incredible assortments in their moods and organic temperaments. I love the purrs and marvel at how quickly they bat those scratches. I remember everyone who put scars on me, and I have nothing alarming to say about any of them – except wow! Although not every strawberry is sweet; I enjoy a little tart now and then. Everything from calm seduction to raging storms is complete perfection. One just needs to hang on to the sides of the boat and enjoy the tides.