A woman's touch, so fine
like fresh wind on bare skin.
Goosebumps, shivers down my spine,
awakening warm feelings within.
A woman's voice
when she sings of love
clear as crystal
or low and sensual.
Like warm wind on my ear
the singer weaves her magic
whenever I hear
sound so raw and organic.
With names like
Akua and Raveena,
Poppy and Pixie,
Noa and Cleo.
These women bring pleasure
with lyrics and voice that lingers.
Like their sisters do, without measure,
using no more than their fingers.
Call me sentimental,
or even mental.
I don't mind and take pride
in showing my feminine side.
Rob Millenaar
read at a Naked Poetry event.
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