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The woman maketh-the-man She blew into my life like an act of God All was calm and likely to remain so when Suddenly the isobars tightened, a door flew open And there she was
A full on storm. Leaving me holding onto anything Nailed down. She had it all. Temptation, inspiration 'Come on' and a natural tactility that made touching Her de rigueur. I couldn't leave her alone nor did She want me to...
'The woman maketh-the-man' so they say and Not without good cause for what woman doesn't Carry with her the energy of life? The power of Persuasion, of lust and of want that causes men to Put knife to palette, pen to paper. I would have to Stretch the erotic limits of these pages too far in Order to fully convince you of the vital energy of Which I speak
What draws a man's eye to the female form is An orchestration of pure wizardry. A mesmeric Mixture of confusion and fascination. A delightful Confection of tantalising lines each with its own Silhouette, its own outline, its own aim to thrill And all the 'special effects' needed to turn a Man's head and keep it turned
So there you are ladies sleep well for on the Morrow there is work to do…
©Joseph G Dawson
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