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.