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 women.
Sursa imaginii: Unsplash
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