a man of many women
He loved women. Their silky voice, The way their hair reflected light, And most of all, he loved The texture of their skin. He was a man of many women and the day came When he accepted who he truly was and on that day He found out that there’s no softer sensation, No greater ease to one’s mind than waking up in the morning And not having to decide Who he should be; He was a man of many…