The Right Woman Read Count : 36

Category : Poems

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My kind of "her" never hurts,
She uses sweetness in her words.
My kind of woman has the brightest soul,
She knows how to treat any man well.

  She knows how to make
Black hell a jewelry paradise.
She knows how to dance to any sound -
With every sound it resonates...

That sounds outside the bar -
Without the right dress-
Following my rhythm inside of her bones.

My kind of woman melts
The snow of my lips with her warm gaze.
My kind of woman has the sweetest
Kiss in the world -
Lip over lip up and down,
Down and up.

  I found the right woman,
She touched my soul first,
Then she put my dried skin over her hot cells.
Like a hot tea in my trembling hands is her body,
My kind of "her" is full of my body.

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  • Feb 15, 2022

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