by Gianni Truvianni

Created on: November 03, 2008

Female in thy grace though seeketh

Thine own sensuality

To find that which beeth abundant in thee

With all that be delicate, fragile and fertile

Longing to sense not in thineself but

In one who mirror thee

Female of daintiness

Be it the handle of thine

Areoles that raise from the

Bosom of thine splendor

Or the stroke of the hand

By the other that maketh

Thee of pleasant temperament

Female of pliability

By the stroke of ye

Who haveth thine soul

Thou tenders to the silkiness

That be the rose of thine

Femininity

Female of ardor

Be it in the fissure

Of the other

That thou seeks

The succulence

To satiate thine craving

For that which be also of thine source

Female of love

Does thou seek the emotion

So vigorous in thee as

To be scarce in all but

The one created from thine

Own mold

Female of caprice

Can not thou find consign

For thine opposite

Or be it that only when

Confronted with thine equal

Does thee find cache

Female of virtue

Is thee of faith

That giveth offense to the deity

Who beeth thine creator in thine

Acts of adoration of the other

That haveth thine sexuality

Female of ecstasy

Is it only the other

Who may entice in thee

That which thine opposites

So ardently long for

But are denied by thee who

Haveth adulation only

For that which adorns

The structure of thee

Female of wisdom

Be it in thine mentally

That ye chooses to share

Thine treasures

Which be dubbed rose

Of crimson core

With those who shall be like thy

Female of sin

Do thine acts give way

To thine condemnation

From convention

You follow not

But thine will

That cause not spoil

But in exclusion of male

Two Females exploring

The soul of a shared

Tenderness in its fragility

Residing in both bodies

That be like one entity

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