The Kind Of Woman

I am the kind of woman who loves with eyes closed
I am the kind that loves with open thighs
And laughs with my eyes.
And who cares if I stand and open my legs like an easel
Eagerly waiting for a dripping pen to touch my canvas!
Why do you look at me as if your eyes are making a confession?
Why do you touch me when you know your mind struggles with confusion?
Are your feelings right or is it just an illusion?
And tell me, am I just a distraction,
When you need temporary satisfaction.

Georginah Ndanu
2 Comments
  • Dan Ray

    Woow ..your words leave me speechless with soo much to say.
    What an irony that is but still is .

    January 28, 2019 Reply
  • Ted

    You are so poetic

    February 5, 2019 Reply

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