I like my woman strong
like a cup of coffee
bitter to the core
yet soothing and loving
inspires to write a poem
Her aroma will be strong
Enough to suppress my lust for other
she will be like summer storm
Leaving me wanting for years
like ash cloud on the horizon
Rain preserved for one year
like her seduction
she will be like spring field
In a snowy day
I will forget my thoughts
in her warmth
She will comb my hair as she loving me,
kissing me in mellow wetness