A Woman Is A Treasure To Behold

A woman is a treasure to behold

Mystery laced into every fold.

Timeless secrets and stories untold

Ancient wisdom more precious than gold.

Peering beyond the illusory veils

She foresees the ripples of unraveling tales.

She feels the rumble of the impending crumble

And stays in her power, potent and humble.

She dances with the turning tides

Hypnotized by each moon rise

Scries her path from the stars in the skies

And the blood that paints her inner thighs.