She
She drifts into the minds of guys...........sometime
She's the rare wind,
with a path of her own.
I'm just a plant,
born when the seed sown.
She cares not for courtesy,
midgets she brushes aside.
I grow in her,
nature's very first bride.
She revels in my pain,
sneers at my disdain.
I fall back,
no match for her push.
We are not one,
but shall meet in the bush.
with a path of her own.
I'm just a plant,
born when the seed sown.
She cares not for courtesy,
midgets she brushes aside.
I grow in her,
nature's very first bride.
She revels in my pain,
sneers at my disdain.
I fall back,
no match for her push.
We are not one,
but shall meet in the bush.
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