I still recall it
that first scent of a woman
the sweet taste of her

Woman
I still recall it
that first scent of a woman
the sweet taste of her
Big super moon light Shining super woman bright Mother of the night
The sound of her voice I wish it was worth hearing Whatever she says
The woman is gone Moist lips, soft skin, sweet perfume I can still taste her.
The Waspish Woman The waspish woman: a mouthful of barbed comments and a poison tongue