you are too much woman, for just any man
your love runs deep, your passion burns hot
there is nothing superficial about you
or the emotions swirling in your soul
I’ve often wondered if I could be man enough
to become your courageous champion of love
could I earn your trust, satisfy your desire
would the nadir of night be ours?
if I whispered your name would you respond to me
or pretend you never heard the sound of my voice
if I kissed your hand would you offer me
the fullness of your cherry lips?
would my hands on your flesh elicit your sighs
would your full breasts surrender to my mouth
their summits harden against my tongue
would you beg me not to stop?
would we lie together in soft silvered moonlight
or bathed with flickering fingers of firelight
hot flesh to flesh, exposed soul to soul
would I be enough to be your man?
Ooh, I love it! It's so imperative to truly express how you feel about the woman you desire. Beautiful words...I hope she feels your open arms with completeness!
It's true that a man must master the entire encyclopedia of foreplay before he can uphold his end of the bargain in the joy of love. It is a journey well worth the effort... But why am I telling you? I think you wrote the book!
I like the phrase, "nadir of night." But, after all the questions, an answer seems quite easily arrived at. If she is too much for one man, perhaps you would share her with others that she chooses, and thereby fulfilling you both? Too often the romantic thinks in terms of all or nothing. That can lead to much sorrow and sad poetry. Sharing love freely without jealousy solves many problems, don't you think?
If I were your women would you be my man. This song played in my head after I Read this most romantic and passionate poem
You take my breath away with such sensational poetry!!
Peace love and light
Amber
I've wondered the same about quite a few women; with one or two, I am awaiting the answer; I never give up. Thank you for sharing this lovely write, Don Juan. Love and peace,
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Debbie
Romantic nuiance bespelled..to the lovely melody "Open Arms"
Lady Mary Ann
challenging my mind to consider...am I lucid
dreaming?...right now...
Ron
You take my breath away with such sensational poetry!!
Peace love and light
Amber
the last four lines are stunning....
Diana....
Regis