Woman

What more could you say,

The woman is simply beautiful,

Even wrapped in her clothes

Her elegance shows peeping

Through every stitch and seam,

And those dreamy steamy eyes

Pry open your soul and dribble

Your heart until your mind starts

To see her stepping naked from

From the shower, and the power

She wields you sense she knows

How to use it would she abuse it,

Striding out she must send men

Crazy leaving weeping guitars

In her wake, this woman,

This beautiful woman.

Stephen Nesbitt ©