The Other Woman

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Her eyes afire with passion hot
and yet gentle touch she gives
Surreal dreams control her mind
though she loves the life she lives
Where breath comes frantic uncontrolled
her intake, calm relaxed
through screaming, fighting, angry yells
she avoids it with the facts

Her body mine, completely hers
can produce so much sweet pleasure
confident, yet ladylike, worn so well
Sensuality her greatest treasure
Mine to hold with no restraint
No fear she'll seek another
trust, she breeds with certainty
Nurture, protects it like a mother

Skin so smooth, hair so soft
there's nothing this beauty lacks
but this angel lives only in my dreams
anything more, is too much to ask