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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required women what I love the waves and curves and soft linen to disguise what lies beneath my gaze surfs, in lines up and down from bottom to crown the straights too and the curly cues like mine and their eyes better than heels, jewels and disguises guiding me in winks and smiles I don’t need teeth and dimples but those make me smile back and often even the wrinkles and drops hold me the softness, wrapped up in a blanket out of the shower, out of the bath, out of the water out of the darkness no woman no cry not dry, not wet, but soaking and perfect I watch you mimic the skies You know better than I swaying hips alternating with lips from a song never sung more beautifully bare feet and painted toes on mahogany squinting with an inquisitive look and glasses to magnify a lens for us both to look closer delicate hands that could pick me apart guiding me back to a pillowed embrace and a head on a heart wrapped up and letting the tears flow letting hairs entangle like limbs do and their music, with lips alternating sweeter than the tree’s syrup and the humming nectar a violin serenating, a guitar to pluck and a piano to push keys back into their locks, to twist open again fiercely independent self love, fiercely independent to ask questions as such: Why? How? Is it enough? Is it too much? silence comforts the sensation by your banks with warm water and fluid strokes wrap me up in your blanket like we used to do before and after and in between I remember nine months and lights and shadows and often times forget them too woman what I love eyes, hearts, an age, a shape and a cuteness that comes by rhythms and blues More at: http://brendenpettingill.com/index.php/2017/11/13/woman-what-i-love/
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