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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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