by Tameca Waid

I craved a woman's touch, needed it the way
a starving man needs food...
and she came to me

I was aroused by the way she touched me,
deep within my heart, reaching the very
core me

Her voice was a caress, yet it was firm,
letting me know the extent of her confidence,
she allowed me to remain butch, but also made me
feel like a woman

In this seemingly barren land of lust and love she is my oasis,
here words, replenish my strength, her laughter
heals my heart, her waters quench my thirst,

and I am reborn

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