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A WOMAN’S TOUCH





The place that you touch in me doesn’t disappear;

Remembering your hands how they rest without pressure;

It is the woman in you that I lack but need so much.



The Lord of Pleasure must be a woman for men seem

To lack the nuances of such amorous tactile senses;

It is a wonder that women would only love other women



It is difficult for men to hold back their strength and their

Vehemence.  For women, it is though they could tame the

Jaws of a lion with their delicate touch. I envy them for this.



For all the power of Caesar’s scepter, it is always the Empress

Who knows that power is neither a thrust nor an entitlement; it

Lies in a knowingness of when to proceed and to withhold.



Love is neither a rape or a pillage but an acquiescence to the

Gentle unfolding of mutual reception.  For this women are

Equipped and men are in need of entrainment.  May it be!



The musculature and torso of Apollo is a rendition of force;

The suppleness of Aphrodite is an invocation of gentleness;

It remains a mystery to me as to how this conjoining takes place.



I will tell you this: it is women who allow and fashion the

Artistry we call love and men are merely summoned to the

Participate of the feminine banquet.  Selah! Many it ever be.