Sense of a Woman
She’s born to nurture, love and understand,
Her puissant presence sways from gay to grand.
She needn’t scream and shout her point of view,
With calm and class She carries herself through.
Multiple roles She’s destined to achieve -
Be it career, home, a child to conceive.
Her trademark touch - tranquility and taste -
Are ample antidotes to a man’s haste.
Love, laced with patience, luminates her face,
Petals of a flower - wisdom and grace.
She may seem soft, her stem is supple yet strong,
Respect She does demand, don’t do her wrong.
Intuition is her set convention,
Beyond other gender’s comprehension.
Whether unjust or unfair She stands by,
Her Forgiveness - your prize to glorify.
Above all, She’s the matrix of desire,
The primal sense that sets the world on fire.
Subtle aroma nature couldn’t invent -
Seductive, suave and sweet - a Woman’s scent.
April 10, 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
