Her softness

Sometimes a Man needs to feel
the softness of a woman
If for nothing else,
to remind Him why He is Man.

Her fragrance floods his senses
when she is not near.
The mere hint of anothers perfume,
allows Him to see her.

Seeing her eyes captivates his heart,
showing her vulnerability.
Eyes that He has been privy to,
in the grips of ecstasy.

Seeing her soft hair cascade
down her back, lingering ever brief.
Images of it dangled upon His chest,
offering her rest and relief.

The gentle sway of her hips,
walking purposely in her wake,
The images she provokes in His mind,
He can't mistake.

The softness of her supple skin,
lingers on his fingertips,
So that when he touches
something tender, memories grip,

...the spot in His mind
that she has haplessly found,
the place that He visits often,
when she's not around.