Her Essence


Men only like what they see with their eyes. If they were to go blind they’d be in for a surprise.
You would like her essence, the smell that she brings. You would like her emotions, and how her laughter rings. You would like her ration, love her passion, but it’s not yours just for the asking. So the next time you’d rather build a bear. You will soon find out she wasn’t worth your stare.
Every woman has her own, if you’re lucky, she’ll place it on your thrown.

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It’s about a women’s essence, and how it affects men.