Luxury is a man's velvet touch - that lingers long after he is gone .
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Masculine is soft and rough all at once,
Love is the wisdom of womanhood –
Satisfying and vigorous - Balanced yet mad.
The insanity is our lust for hypocrisy – We fall in love with a game
--- 'catch me if you can': to chase and to escape.
We call for love and truth -
Yet when we are given them
We walk away
With a mocking smirk that
Speaks to his eyes,
I say: 'I've already had You! Next !! … "
He invaded my thoughts
Wet and pure – like a new born child
He invaded my walls
His tongue picks and chooses
Out of the endless geography
Of my body-
Strings of Pearls roll down hills,
Struggling to capture the
lust in his eyes,
recording the suppressed scream
taped to the back of my throat …
He leaves, I stay, yet another Victorious fight
/Hamlet\'s WiDow/ =p