Soft are my caresses,
Tender are my feelings
Strong is my spirit, even under duress
Shapely are my curves,
Sensual is my body language
Mysterious are my dark eyes,
That will tell you no lies.
Vibrant is my energy that infuses my body
So softly and completely.
My spirit dwells in my eyes, if you can see it
Promising of love and tenderness.
Can anyone truly see the real me without having to constantly be shown?
When they overlook me so easily.
Thinking that kindness of soul makes a woman boring.
How I pity those people who think that way
For, they cannot feel how her vivacious spirit sings
In tribute to the harmony that is HER alone.
A woman’s true sensuality
Comes within her....
A part of her.
It’s a part of who she is, a rare gift from nature.
Oh how her heart weeps silently,
Yet her strong spirit rebels at the negative intrusion
Of those who always misunderstand her and quickly jump to conclusion.
Yet she is accustomed to this blindness
From most people who don’t know any better with their ignorant harshness.
When it comes to men,
There is no middle ground for this little lady
They either simply want her temporary for pleasure
Before even knowing the full measure
Of how deep and special this woman truly is.
Or they are intimidated by how insightful and intuitive
She is.
It’s part of her genetic signature.
Many fear her,
Dismiss her,
Hurt her,
And decide she is not what they are looking for
When they find out she has a brain and not a bore.
They act this way, as though
She had no feelings or pride,
Not even caring if, as a result, she cried.
But, not to worry,
Her strength of character has remained loyal and steadfast,
Against all those who would dishonor her carelessly
As though she were disposable.
And replaceable.
She might only be five feet tall,
But her strength and resolve for life, are mighty
Thwarting those who wish to see her fall.
So, by all means, go ahead and take your best shot,
Because you’re only getting one.
She can make a grown man fall to his knees
With mere words
It would be a clashing of verbal swords.
Head my words please,
Before you ever think you’ve won.
This little woman is full of fire
That would never cease or tire.
A man with any ounce of sense in his head,
Will heed these words today,
From all I’ve had to say.
Get it? Good. Enough said.
Written by: Monique
(Tuesday, September 12th, 2006)
