She and She

Something about a woman was more tempting. A man was never the type to enlightening me, the connection was a dead mission. A glare from a woman excited me, and blinded me with promise; her lips, thighs, figure, breast, her insides were my calling, and I knew I could answer. Warmth I could get from a woman was never placed in a man, I knew a woman was what I needed. A woman could touch me, without actually touching me, and make me feel free without actually releasing me, A woman's connection with mine was always tempting. A woman undressing, her body was art than most art, a woman is the art I've been craving, our bodies lock together making sex more promising, and addicting. I never gave a man my body, but the connection of doing it wasn't connecting, my body contemplated tremendously. Her insides, I tasted, her moans were my poetry. Oh God, how her moans excited me, how they pleasured me without touching me, each vocal with symmetry, A woman's moan drove me crazy. I love a woman's moan, how it does something to me, I yearn for a woman's intimacy, believe me. I could taste her garden with pleasure, and pleasure she was having also. And how a woman's juices will flow; her nectar, so sweet and satisfying. A woman's flower is overpowering, but powering and it's so tempting. Her lips, I kiss them, and I feel weak; soft, full, glossed. A woman's body was what I needed. I felt at home more than mistreated, I needed a woman to complete my visions of where I wanted to be. Something about a woman that drives me crazy. Her feminine demeanor, spoke so clearly to me, A man's only spoke to me barely, if any.. A stare from a woman was intriguing, this deep feeling that it gives me, turns me on like no other. Emtionally, mentally, I connect easily with a woman, Than with a man, I connect slightly, just slightly, I can't see myself giving me to he, but I clearly see me with a she, She and she was normal to me. It's something about a woman that's so tempting, I get lost in her so easily. My soul cries for her intimacy; her softness tenderize the chains that's keeping me, setting me free. A woman belongs to me. It's so comforting; a woman is amazing. Simple hugs create warmth no man can bring me. A shoulder to cry on, her shoulder actually gave more cushion than needed, but I needed it, I yearned it. A woman's touch was what I needed. A touch so innocent and soothing, like how the soft wind would soothe an ocean, so calming. Something about a woman was so tempting. And I needed it. I need her.