Woman

Sensual and beautiful, exquisite in design,

Statuesque, an artful form forever held in time

Delicate and fragile, like a figurine,

Carefully formed, perfection shown, every mans true dream.

Molded by the Maker to compliment the pair,

Outstanding chiseled features and nothing can compare

To this great creation, that brings that joy called Life,

Bringing forth the children, each mans ideal wife.

Aided by her innocence and sexuality,

So demure, with ways so coy, with tinge of mystery.

With eyes that leave men guessing, what is in that mind,

A smile that can mean anything, for every man will find

He’s driven to distraction to make this one his own,

A chemical attraction he hopes in turn is shown.

Then he finds those feelings deep, he thought did not exist,

Love has then ensnared his heart before he can resist.

Trapped in realms of ecstasy, devouring all he be,

Wrapped in the fabric of his mind not wanting to be free.

He knows he has a thing of worth and knows all that he’ll gain,

This priceless acquisition? Well, Woman is her name.

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