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 What Is In A Woman's Mind?





what is in a woman’s mind
That prompts her to extend her hand
To feel the petals of her flower
Releasing wells of nectar

Does her fantasy begin
With visions of the rigid stamen
Full of seed which she desires
To feel it pulse within

Or could it be the kiss so moist
Of Him or Her
Which fires her desire
And yearns to drink the wine
To satisfy the thirst
Of passions lofty power

Surely this scenario
Includes the heaving breasts
With puckered nipples hard as rock
As she invites her lovers touch
Of gentle hand or mouth

But she herself may crave the tit
Of her inflamed companion
And knead the fleshy mounds
Of her she lusts
And is obsessed
With erotic dreams of fire

The head of penis in her mouth
May be the taste she craves
Or feminine counterpart of cock
In woman’s wetness drenched


Rhetorical really is the quiry
Of what a woman thinks
For the result is still the same
which she will soon repeat
And sometime often will she cum
With orgasms, not a few
Attempting satiation of an itch
That defies to be subdued
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By Peter Vidani
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