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 women.

Sursa imaginii: Unsplash

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