A Divine Gift (A Poem)

A woman doesn’t want to be a trophy.
A woman wants to be worshipped.
She is not a groupie
for your pleasure;
nor a cup for you to spill…
If she allows you to drink from her,
consider her nectar a divine gift.
For one taste of a woman
is surely more than any one man deserves…
Unless you can refill her cup,
until it runneth over…
And then may you both drink
and be merry and full
on the wine of love…

By Leslie I. Benson | Photo from Pexels

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