No matter how fierce her spirit may be,
A woman’s heart yearns to feel truly free,
To rest in a place where warmth surrounds,
Where tenderness and love are all that resounds.
She longs for a shoulder, gentle and strong,
Where she can weep, where she belongs,
To feel the calm of a touch pure and kind,
No rush, no pressure—just peace of mind.
In a world where strength is often sought,
She desires the quiet, a love untaught,
A safe embrace, no lust in disguise,
Just a soft caress, no need for disguise.
Only a few can offer this grace,
Where love's true touch lights up the space,
Where hearts connect without a word,
And in silence, her soul is heard.
Such is the wish of a woman’s heart,
To find a place where true love starts,
In a world full of noise, chaos, and fight,
She seeks the warmth of peace, pure and bright.
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