She is like a book that I read
Turning the pages carefully caressing
Its essence the words, letters, appreciating
Never wanting to dropp it until the end.
A strange voice in me is calling
as from a star an echo urging me
To turn to the last page and know its end,
Did not, the excitement will be gone.
As I read this book, trying to reach
and solve the mystery of its existence
Embracing it as I sense its message
never wanting to reach the last page.
And when the last page is near
To tumble into bed, gasping at the
Ecstatic adventure, grinning a bit
turning back the pages to read again.
great write..well implied of how lovely the woman..so sweet with satisfaction guaranteed..nice poem..10
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a sweet poem.a beautiful woman in your mind is always be beautiful forever and ever..grace