Woman are gifts to wise men.
A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is more
wonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.”
My old heart and mind savor the view and to admire breathtaking woman.
Their smiles gave me delight and pleasure.
I’m in the twilight of a good life and
I don’t seek sensual intimacy or to seduce now.
I have danced and savor the flesh of woman who gave me gifts of love.
My fingers traced soft and warm skin.
Today I treasure the memories of wanting eyes and
The yearning flesh linger in sweet and passionate dreams.
I tell the young to be kind in the dance of love.
You must savor,
treasure and sacrifice your heart to know the sensation of passion.
We can get lost.
And become delusional with love when it fades away.
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