THE WOMAN'S BODY
A woman's body is a stream...
Flowing with milk and honey.
Where peasants come hungrily and get filled.
Where greedy merchants come to satisfy their angry potbellies.
A woman's body is a haven...
Where the men run into when there's a raging storm.
Where the children find warmth when the cold earth threatens to eat up their skin.
A woman's body is an ocean.
Where the earth dives in, sinks or gets drowned.
A woman is field.
Where seeds grow and man feed.
A woman's body is a masterpiece.
Priceless.
And looking at it forever
You still get amazed and lifeless.
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A woman's body is abstract
Only the maker can define it.
A woman's body distract
Even the wisest man off track.
A woman's body is a mountain
Full of desires to reach the fountain.
Even though you know deep down
That you are still coming down
You will still want to climb up before it dawn.
A woman's body is full of happenings
And can be powerful like the Vikings
And nothing can be likings
As they own their place in the hevenings.
The deeper you dig
The more treasures you find.
That is a woman's body.
Thank you for this.