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| The Ultimate Oxymoron is the term female dominant. It defies the roles of both the man and the woman and violates nature itself. But that's just me spouting off some truth.
The lovely lady meets this not so gentle man,
Who helps her realize her inner plan.
He brings her thoughts out from her head,
And lets her experience them, though unsaid.
She marvels at how he reads hear heart,
As though he and her were of the one not part.
Fated to explore her deep dark desires,
Masterfully he fans those fires.
She feels so safe as she does explore,
She becomes both his fine lady and wonton whore.
And still they laugh and play, such fun,
Holding hands while on the run.
She opens herself to find he has already come through,
Healing scars, from those untrue.
She thrives and soars and loves and grows,
His lovely, fragrant, stately rose.
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