A Real Man

by Phantasmagoria   Sep 28, 2011


Each tender caress
makes every fiber in my body
glow in happiness,
he is the angel Michelangelo set free.
I press into his lips and it is
sweet honeysuckle,
the softest sin.
This is how man is defined,
not by his muscles,
his popularity or his money,
but by how he loves
a woman.

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