It is only the “woman” in a man
Who knows the different beatings of her heart.
She must feel that cloud of comfort;
A rain of care and a wrap of warmth around her.
A little kiss on her freckles;
That tiny peck on her dimples…
And perhaps, little tickles in her sides and under her chin
Just how much she desires to be told
Of her obvious beauty;
Her natural aura
How bad she loves to be loved
In every sense of the word!
Notes: (This is a desire to celebrate “THE WOMAN” my own way; a week long of women-inspired poetry.)