Poetoby is not known for common English articles that belong to bloggers, but this very morning my thought traverse "Her Soft Gender". This title scribbled the danger of my single story, that which I am about to tell in Description.
A story of her Gender, amiable to feel, tender to the eyes, complimented by vary lips. That curvy hips that dissimilar the stiffness in masculine posture. The long swung hair that comes in different curls, the smoothing glory of her laps. I clinched the thought of romance not based on assumption or logical reasoning, based on experience that started by Love and Lust towards this beautiful gender. A wonderful creature that made Men go on their knees looking feeble in their great prowess. Her details goes more in sally words, the sexy eyes, eyebrow that bristle a smooth lane, the nose meant for smell, smell of Rose flower, Bouquet and cologne Made in France. A wetting sexy lips that wear coat of many colours only made in Italia, shoulder that hung beautiful dresses, the smooth cleavage that separate two ripe heavy breast nippling under the blouse of expense. A flat belly that dance to the beat drums of Calypso on a fun Island. They are labeled FRAGILE, the delicate skin that despise bruises from the fault of men. They've got power, yes, that powerful gate in between their two legs, they have the right or key alone to open. Her-Gender is like fantasy, she's like a world of your lustful mind, the conceal of Love, a perfect promise of precious pride. I like them Feminine-Gender makes you inclined to lustfulness; wanton; lewd.
When I clinched the importance of Her-Gender glory , she's capable of reproducing Her-like and in opposite. She sings in merry her soprano voice but shed tears excruciating pain in Labour. Only in her Human fashion the tone of existence. She's brilliant, powerful, gorgeous, amiable, tender, soft-hearted, She's typical in nature that belong to admiration, she's by name an Angel of attraction, a beauty that caught the eye of the Beast, Like-loved her name goes through my spewing pen... She's a Woman. "Woe-Man"
Just like H.L Mencken, we understand the creates of woman, Her soft Gender, the upsurge emotion to sanitate the heart pump of a man.
"A man's women folk, whatever their outward show of respect for his merit and authority, always regard him secretly as an ass, and with something akin to pity. His most gaudy sayings and doings seldom deceive them; they see the actual man within, and know him for a shallow and pathetic fellow. In this fact, perhaps, lies one of the best proofs of feminine intelligence, or, as the common phrase makes it, feminine intuition. -- H.L. Mencken"
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