How sweet a sound is feminine,
How softly female skips
Along the ripples of the tongue
And through the supple lips.
A simple sigh of feminine,
Or female, woman, girl,
Exhales a warm and mystic charm
That spurs the soul to whirl.
Whilst masculine is coarse as stone,
And decked in monochrome.
He squarely stands and keeps his march
Set to a metronome.
He leaves a bitter aftertaste,
That tingles skin and bone.
And needs a dose of feminine,
To tint and tame his tone.
Yet ev’ry face of feminine
Was made from molds of man,
As Eve from Adam was conceived
To spark God’s holy plan.
Thus feminine is masculine
Twice firm, twice fit, twice whole,
For underneath the sweet façade
Lies heart, lies spleen, lies soul.
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