Inside a Woman's Mind
I'm swimming in the depth of emotions,
floating on love,
watching eruption after eruption
coming from the seat of her soul.
Delighted by her satisfaction of given,
it seems her pleasure stems from making others significant.
I am surrendering to the essence of her love
and falling deep into the pit of her heart.
The fall seems eternity and time stands still,
like a broken clock caught up in space gravity,
I'm floating in her mental reality...
By Robert Tillman
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