MY WOMANA Poem by WILDERNESSMy woman is strong But cries when she does Shies away in public Not so when alone Behaves like a bad queen Treats me like a king, though She is wide and voluptuous With a firm round bosom Will let go under the sheets To ravage her as I please Passionate for my love Offering me every curve My woman has a dozen shades Black, white and fifty greys Dresses up pretty for the day And dresses down for the night I know her if I see her My woman, where is she? © 2019 WILDERNESSReviews
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1 Review Added on January 11, 2019 Last Updated on June 14, 2019 AuthorWILDERNESSislamabad, PakistanAboutIn this life the luckiest are those who follow their heart and live what they believe in. Of all the truths death is the ultimate truth Got serious about poetry few years back and what a beautiful j.. more..Writing
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