She is . . . The definition of womanhood


She is laughter climbing ladders
She is rain drops inside of me
She is morning dew on my walls
She is mangos on my lips
She is pillows on my belly
And lullabies for my sleep
She is morning breeze on my face
Childlike kisses on my cheek

The potential of us
Her Womanhood and mine
Filled with grace
A puzzle with a million pieces scattered
Yet filled with possibility

Excerpt from: A shared intimate moment of LOVE.


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