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desire,
If a man resorted to the sensuous caress of a magnetic womanshrugging millions of the currency coin; only to feel the ultimate
magic of exhaling in princely desire and unconquerably alive,
If a man desperately shouted the name of the woman who
brought him to the world even before he remembered God; at
the tiniest attack of the salaciously
crucifying devil,
If a man squeaked worse than an orphaned rat infront of a
woman's door; to forgive him as night fell and he frantically
needed a shoulder to cry uponas the mosquitoes of worldly
commercialism chased him down to the last hole,
If a man considered a woman his most eternally unshakable
companion; to uninhibitedly blend with his feminist fears and
tears; understand his sensitive soul to the hilt-like no-one else
could ever comprehend,
If a man needed a woman to trigger an infinite colors and
spectrums of desire; in his otherwise robotically routine business
night; where all that was otherwise visible was plaintive
cigarette smoke; tie; whisky; dubious collapse of stocks; and
unbearable strife,
If a man depended on a woman to articulately assemble and sift
through his disorganized life; make him feel more responsible in
the chapter of existence; as he refreshingly marched forward
with a purpose to serve back his own world,
If a man embraced a woman for bondings more immortal than
an infinite more physical lives and veritable deaths; totally
unfettered as the planet viciously abused him; locked in the arms
of her ever-pervading love,
If a man secretly wanted to be fed every morsel of his food by a
woman just like in innocuous childhood; in order to forever revel
in the love and glory of the very best that life in its most
pristinely form; had to ever offer,