A Woman At Her Best

Hammered glue striking blue in moods she lay there in pool of her own working hard and fast she had got that thoughts were full and act was a pull validation lay in thoughts she vowed by that disarming and endearing she had proclaimed not once but several times hence whether it is an act of her own or that of any other she vouches and remains with a name that's no longer a game throes of zenith and calm of nadir has her breathe long she is on swan song feeling husky and musky her juices for now quite gone tired and feeling sired she rummages and slinks to her bed for a stupor filled rest with the zest