Women dont you just love them

Written by: Sidney Hall Mad Poet

She placed her arms around,
And clasped her hands pressing her chest closer
Not uttering a sound

Her movements were poetry in motion
She was dedicated with a passion
Her gaze was a hypnotic potion

As she stood with her legs slightly astride
She put her all into it
Her femininity she did not hide

With my cup of tea, I admire her from afar
As she wrestles the Ikea flat pack from out of  the car