Many Kinds of a Woman
 
 
So I have known many kinds of a woman,
Such moments, I'd come to rely upon alone
To think upon, understand what it is I know,
Of how I love, of how I desire
What intimate touch to her belongs,
That when upon I would touch her,
Feelings would stir, as much in me as her -
I only so, oh, only so return
What belongs to her! she would know
That complete is but a word
That knows nothing of her:
A stroking, soft touch causes such trepid quiver.
Each breast I would kiss, but gently,
For I would be remiss as her lover
If I knew not, oh, what so moved her
To be a moment, one woman,
And by touch, by my kiss, another!
 
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir