Poetry Womanhood

Eve’s Song

March 1, 2018


Your skin
The intoxicating smell
Drawing me in
I’m sure my heart just fell.

Your eyes
Fierce as they behold
Making sure I’m known
A story being told.

Your lips
Smooth and sweet
Kissing every part of me
Two becoming one, we meet.

Your hands
Caressing my sides
Holding me close
Protecting from the lie.

Your soul
Mingling with mine
Taking me deeper
Foretaste of Divine.


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