Scent Of Woman Poem by kwane Lamb

The fragrance the morning after…
Fresh like the rain…a smiling face…
The night was gained…
Touches and whispers, hugs and kisses…
Eye to eye contact and smiles…
The scent of woman fills the room…
Waking and stirring things up…
Not a request nor a suggestion …
Just an happening …
Fresh and sweet…to the senses…
Overwhelming many…
It is emotionally wonderful after…
A night of understanding and awe…
Woman, woman, woman…
What a pleasure…in every form of the word…
The dew on the grass, in the trees…
The breeze coming through the window…
It is all…the scent of the morning…
After…a song to be song…
A dew drop meadow…nature and the closeness…
Of it at your finger tips…woman, woman, woman.

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