He Wrote Her A Poem
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I met a woman who, against all intuition,
took a moment out of her busy life to meet me.
a moment to push all chaos aside
to forget life as it is…in her world.
a moment to stop, look and listen
a moment to smile, talk and relax
a moment to open herself to a total stranger
not knowing what the outcome may be
a moment to show me someone
very pretty
soft and fragile
while strong at the same time
someone full of innocence yet openness
someone very sexy
a woman searching for something
yet strong enough to share what it is
a woman that said, “here I am”
taste my mind
taste my mystery
taste the moment
a moment where time stood still
a moment where
the rest of the world was forgotten
a moment when all focus was on
two people and nothing else mattered.
Will I taste more?
only if she trusts me enough
to learn more about her
to share her deepest thoughts,
secrets and desires with me
to let her choose the story
the time and place
the fantasy and fulfillment
to explore…..together
to hold her hand and guide
her through her journey of
something very special
I met a woman for a moment
a moment that felt…….right.
a moment when time stood still
a moment in black and white
Jazz me