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Jan 22
Bitter Herb

My ❤
My soul addiction
sore & bitter herb
sweetness
Adorned in white
begs for hugs
& kisses like a baby
clinging 4 mother's
touch
her embrace.

Frightened still
blinded
& cannot see
1+self without you…

Love is it
Temporal insanity?

As my sole defense
against nothing wrong
but with myself!

The woman:
part laughter
part smile
dash of dancing,
scented oil of passion flower
that turns a Man's head
& heart like a compass ...

Wisdom negotiates & appreciates
a woman's heart
just like compassion builds passion
In the garden
where God put
His 2 children 2 play.

(01/22/25)
Prince SJ Webber
Written by
Prince SJ Webber  58/M/Minneapolis MN
(58/M/Minneapolis MN)   
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