I Love Women

When I was a young boy I dreamed of sex.
Women appeared sweet and warm to me….most of them.
I wanted more than anything to touch them.
I wished and wanted really bad for them.
I cannot lie about my greatest want from my young time.
I dreamed of the loveliness and warmth under their clothes.
I could almost feel myself being able to crawl inside them and feel their soul.
As a young male I could not help myself.
Sex called to me too strongly.
I believe I was male in every reality from the past.
I have never been female.
To me women were forever the mystery…I like that….a lot.
To me the female form is the loveliest in all creation.
Every single part of them a creation by the artist God.
Their bodies scream to be touched and to touch.
Women to me are the living embodiment of sexuality.
They are physical desire moving around in our world.
A woman in the garden of life…..that garden of what is flesh and physical….all that must be touched.
A nymph in paradise…..like from the stories of old.
She can bring man to his knees and make him rise with the greatest tower of life.