The Women in your Arms

How many women your arms held,

is a question without answer.

A reality only your skin understands

and your chest embraced.

Many words were said,

during long nights.

They felt unique,

at least for their fair share.

The world revolved around,

those looking for hope.

And don’t let me start,

about the passion of your lips.

They worked in harmony

with the caring of your arms.

Making every minute,

last an eternity.

I will never regret,

not even once.

Being one,

of the women in your arms.


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