A woman, in her truest form...
quite a goddess-
sensuality seeping from her pores-
and she knows this.
Unmistakenly mistakeable, she is as she pleases-
she walks away from most that can't understand.
Looking in her eyes, is like looking at the sun-
too powerful to truly see a thing.
So she closes them, to make others comfortable,
so they cant see the truth in her.
And with the sway of her hips,
lust bleeds out into a pool-
of empty nothingness that no one can touch.
Alone, content, she sets in the pool-
and drinks of it, so that it doesnt hurt her,
or anyone else.
Her lips are sweet, with passion...
and poison all the same,
As she looks at you awkwardly-
not remembering your name.
She could have sworn she came alone,
that there was no one to see the mess-
because her intent was to set here...
alone- joined only by her emptiness.
As you watch her clumsily gather herself,
you notice that there is something about her-
the way she speaks...her hair touching her face,
how she looks through you instead of at you-
amerced, deeply in this whirlwind of emotions...
Not even you could help but stare.
The light, kissing her skin so softly,
almost glowing, to touch her, divine.
Her scent, as you breathe her in-
heavenly almost, unforgettable.
She turns to you, though she knows she shouldn't...
for solace, for a place to rest her soul.
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