The Pleasure of Woman

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Nothing, of all that’s known to man,
From the past, in present or ever,
Could compare to the joy the moment gives,
When a woman knows a pleasure.

From the simplest delight the day may bring,
To her heavenly glow whilst embraced,
When she enjoys what the moment may give,
My heart swoons with the look on her face.

All things be aside, for they cannot hide,
A woman’s endearing transport,
Her radiant glow will soon let you know,
Enchantment at things of a sort.

Be it child at her breast or by business finesse,
From whence her fervor derives,
The passion she shows will take hold your soul,
And make you thank God you’re alive.

What splendor was gave when woman was made,
And graced with such bliss to impart,
When a woman knows pleasure, no one, not ever,
Could match such a wonder, God’s art.

Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater