Full Woman
Full woman, supple flesh, hot moon
Thick smell of pine trees down by the river
What obscure brilliance opens between two lovers
What ancient need does a woman touch with her senses
Lovin' this full woman is a journey not taken lightly
A journey frought with charged passion and sudden storms
With clashes of dreams and desires and lightnin' strikes
That can leave you defeated with a single touch of her lips
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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