Full Woman Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

Full woman, supple flesh, hot moon
Thick smell of pine trees down by the river
What obscure brilliance opens between two lovers
What ancient need does a woman touch with her senses

Lovin' this full woman is a journey not taken lightly
A journey frought with charged passion and sudden storms
With clashes of dreams and desires and lightnin' strikes
That can leave you defeated with a single touch of her lips