She Is Woman Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I see her sitting alone at lunch, politley trying not to stare too long at one person. Like an innocent man behinds bars, it’s nearly impossible to penitrate the cell, and bring the guards to their surrender, in hopes of saving any one man from such a torturing lonliness.

With a body so smooth; her skin soft and delicate, with hips rounded naturally, and breasts so desirable, a stomach to kiss and rub without worry of touching organs and spine, a neck so fragile and delicious, leading to lips so bitter and sweet. Her arms whether short or long, feel the same wrapped around me, with her legs just as controling and sexy, she’s too beautiful not to stare at.

Really, she is any one girl, who see’s something that never was, never could be. Standing in a reverse mirror, only what your fear; you’d appear to be. I could beg and plead with these women, these beautiful women, but still never hear an answer to my liking.

With piercings and tattoo’s, drenched in scars and pain to coat a flesh, whether more or less of, it’s a work of moving art; to be loved and enjoyed, but only touched by a care taker; or love. Hair in blue or red or purple, covering and swaying to hide eyes that could pierce the heart of any man or woman, bringing them to their knees, a mouth so vulgar and saracastic, from words once heard or repeated; It’d stricken needles to pierce the very heart of such vulnerability.

She, is beauty. Without Binge and Purge, or no food at all, she is desirable; she is woman.