What Calls To Me Poem by Napa Napa

Crome that drips rubies off the skin.

The diamond-like finish that calls my name.

The cold steel shaped into the beauty that a woman's heart can't resist.

A beauty that calls to a woman's soul that can be carried through the ages.

To be used as a decoration or even a weapon if needed.

A trust build that will never fail.

Hidden in plain sight but once comes to light everyone is in awe of its presents.

Collected over the years in several different ways.

The most amazing thing that arises from the flames of hell.

The symbol of strength and bravery.

Almost as if your skin melded with its steel to make one.

It makes the demons within ignite with passion.

The one thing that a woman will always crave.

The one thing that brings beauty and grace to any woman's presence.

When forgotten it is almost like someone has passed,

A piece missing from the soul yearning for that amazing sparkling stones.

Once rejoined it as my soul has been completed by the Gods itself.

The presence will turn any ordinary woman into the most dangerous in the room.

A friend that won't ever run, betray, or even gossip.

A true friend that sees the true you and yarns to by your side.

The rubies make some fill some with fire but others run.

I will always look for the steel of hell and they will always call my name.