No Rhyming, No Timing
No Rhyming, No timing, no longer wax on love.
Unless it's brotherly love.
Or hate to love.
Or..... Something of and esoteric sense.
Assuring no cadence.
A recondite touch, Man to woMan.
More sacred than King Solomon's secrete handshake.
Few men know of it, Women either.
But she feels it unaware.
Like a strong drug in the wrong hands,
It can hurt, scar, kill.
As rare nectar used for love.
It can make life worth living.
Unless it's brotherly love.
Or hate to love.
Or..... Something of and esoteric sense.
Assuring no cadence.
A recondite touch, Man to woMan.
More sacred than King Solomon's secrete handshake.
Few men know of it, Women either.
But she feels it unaware.
Like a strong drug in the wrong hands,
It can hurt, scar, kill.
As rare nectar used for love.
It can make life worth living.
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