First, you send her flowers in the morning.
At noon, you send her worded poetry and flirty verse.
In the evening, you buy her a meal.
And at night, she might wrap her legs around you or not mind your sweat trickling down her
breast.
Or just a lesson about repetition till it loses its meaning,
Or gain relevance
You begin by calling her beautiful,
And forget she is a jaguar,
Who sits on the branches of her high principles,
Or she learned to be a man first, guard her balls first before anyone noticed the fledged breast.
To love a woman right,
You know you lost the moment you looked into her eyes
To get by a strong opponent, you need to fight around the corners,
Like, creep up behind her
Get your hands around her waist before she beats you to it,
Walk your way through her shoulders to her neck,
Say you are beautiful on your breath
And let her ears bed every letter of that sentence,
You might get a kick in the balls
Because she hates a man who can not stand her fierce eyes,
Or turn to you with closed eyes
So she does not scare you.
A woman does not lose. She learns
She might let you explore her territory,
And you might get lost in the cocoons of her butterfly.
When you get scared, do not say she is not genuine,
Her mind is hazy of constant debate of what is true or trivial,
So she hits hard on, ‘Do you love me?’ when the odds are against her.
Do not ask if it is the hormone,
Her mind is a brawl of events that may or may not have happened
It does not matter. Just love her
Laugh a little too hard at her stories and pretend you understand most of them,
It is okay if you do not, as long as you remind her that she is the light in your mornings.
And you do not mind if she filters into your mouth some sauce
Just before the happy hours.
Being a woman is a strength even if her shoulder has known the weight of a thousand men.
Or she is fighting battle after battle of infidelity and infertility,
Her smile is soft,
Like when she opens the windows of her heart
And let you sit like a king even if she preferably competes with you
You would not know that, but she seeks your protection,
For her thoughts, trust, integrity, dignity
And a whole room of safe space and always burning candles
Leave some music on while you step out,
She leaves the music on till you come back
And leave a little light in her smiles again.
The truth is, to love a woman is a personality
And if you are not a real one, it is work
And you might still get kicks on your balls if you do it right
Or if she chooses her branches over warmth
There are no written rules to how it plays out,
Just uncertainties and love. ~_Kas_
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