I want to tell you,
Tell you about a woman’s love,
Because the world does not know enough.
There are few words sufficient in nature
With meanings that can cover the depth
Of what she gives
When she chooses
To open her arms,
To soothe you from within
And lets you enter her heart.
It is what old, lonely men wish to whisper
In the ears of their sons,
So that they will know
And maybe save themselves
From making mistakes,
From losing it in earnest.
But, life is too short and realization
Too late.
It hits them like a wave,
Sacrifices all sense and sanity,
Leaving them to mumble on corners,
Scratching at the air,
Lost in their own shame
Of a life they could have lived.
If you knew,
There would be no room for self.
Knowledge would invade you
And you too would become like the Gods,
Thinking you can rule things;
Never the less,
Realizing unless she worships you,
You simply do not exist
--A mere drop in the ocean.
What I want to tell you
Will change all that you thought you knew.
You would need new eyes with which to see,
Having lost the others to a light that blinds.
Your body would no longer be yours.
It would make you crave for the heaven that is her skin,
The mercy that is her touch,
The free that is beyond freedom
And your comprehension
That is found deep inside her.
There lies an ethereal thing
You cannot put your finger on
(Although you will try),
With no shape
And its own timbres,
That vibrates through you
With every push
And makes you feel like crying with every pull.
The desire to crawl up
Inside of her,
To stretch and expand,
To feel yourself
Each time as if new,
To shake without control
As you spill over,
Is an addiction that rises up
Each time she looks your way.
It makes you want to leave something,
Something she can swallow, consume, absorb.
So that even when you are not there,
You are still a part of her.
And if another should taste her,
What they taste would be you
-- And your ecstasy.
You will hope
That she could never belong to another,
That her love is yours.
What I’m going to tell you
Will make you discover that there is no weakness
Like the weak she bares within you,
Atrophying the strongest muscle you have,
Strengthening the weakest with just a nod of her head.
Her smile simply makes you can
When you think you can’t,
And you will wait for it,
Work for it,
Dream of it.
There will be a look on her face
Just for you
When you reach far enough,
Drowning in the pleasure she offers
As you tap the tip of hers.
Memories of it will carry you
Through the valleys
In pursuit of those peaks.
She can leave you open and raw
To the harshness of the sun that is supposed to sustain you
And to the bitterness of the cold that should preserve.
Her love changes things.
There will be no relief without her,
No life,
No breath worth taking.
And did I speak of warmth,
Now let me speak of heat,
She will melt you
And re-form you.
You will thank her.
You will finally understand
That to be a man,
To stand and make that claim
Was never your decision.
You will never know what it is to be one
Without a woman’s love.
She is your rite of passage.
Yet, when she gives
She gives freely.
Her love is all she truly has
That is hers.
It’s not enough to think you want it
Or that lying beside her nakedness
Means you have it.
The question is
Are you ready?
I want to tell you,
To tell you about
A woman’s love.
But I’m afraid
You’re not willing to save yourself.
And, your time is ticking.
*************
©AvrgBlkGrl, 2014.
Tell you about a woman’s love,
Because the world does not know enough.
There are few words sufficient in nature
With meanings that can cover the depth
Of what she gives
When she chooses
To open her arms,
To soothe you from within
And lets you enter her heart.
It is what old, lonely men wish to whisper
In the ears of their sons,
So that they will know
And maybe save themselves
From making mistakes,
From losing it in earnest.
But, life is too short and realization
Too late.
It hits them like a wave,
Sacrifices all sense and sanity,
Leaving them to mumble on corners,
Scratching at the air,
Lost in their own shame
Of a life they could have lived.
If you knew,
There would be no room for self.
Knowledge would invade you
And you too would become like the Gods,
Thinking you can rule things;
Never the less,
Realizing unless she worships you,
You simply do not exist
--A mere drop in the ocean.
What I want to tell you
Will change all that you thought you knew.
You would need new eyes with which to see,
Having lost the others to a light that blinds.
Your body would no longer be yours.
It would make you crave for the heaven that is her skin,
The mercy that is her touch,
The free that is beyond freedom
And your comprehension
That is found deep inside her.
There lies an ethereal thing
You cannot put your finger on
(Although you will try),
With no shape
And its own timbres,
That vibrates through you
With every push
And makes you feel like crying with every pull.
The desire to crawl up
Inside of her,
To stretch and expand,
To feel yourself
Each time as if new,
To shake without control
As you spill over,
Is an addiction that rises up
Each time she looks your way.
It makes you want to leave something,
Something she can swallow, consume, absorb.
So that even when you are not there,
You are still a part of her.
And if another should taste her,
What they taste would be you
-- And your ecstasy.
You will hope
That she could never belong to another,
That her love is yours.
What I’m going to tell you
Will make you discover that there is no weakness
Like the weak she bares within you,
Atrophying the strongest muscle you have,
Strengthening the weakest with just a nod of her head.
Her smile simply makes you can
When you think you can’t,
And you will wait for it,
Work for it,
Dream of it.
There will be a look on her face
Just for you
When you reach far enough,
Drowning in the pleasure she offers
As you tap the tip of hers.
Memories of it will carry you
Through the valleys
In pursuit of those peaks.
She can leave you open and raw
To the harshness of the sun that is supposed to sustain you
And to the bitterness of the cold that should preserve.
Her love changes things.
There will be no relief without her,
No life,
No breath worth taking.
And did I speak of warmth,
Now let me speak of heat,
She will melt you
And re-form you.
You will thank her.
You will finally understand
That to be a man,
To stand and make that claim
Was never your decision.
You will never know what it is to be one
Without a woman’s love.
She is your rite of passage.
Yet, when she gives
She gives freely.
Her love is all she truly has
That is hers.
It’s not enough to think you want it
Or that lying beside her nakedness
Means you have it.
The question is
Are you ready?
I want to tell you,
To tell you about
A woman’s love.
But I’m afraid
You’re not willing to save yourself.
And, your time is ticking.
*************
©AvrgBlkGrl, 2014.
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