Woman Poem by James McLain

Woman free and wild
and some a few degrees.
Above the rest.
Breasts that touch the sky,
hair that flies.
Eyes as blue as ice.
Almond brown, emerald green.
The moon,
I kiss it only, in my dreams.
Beauty coiled like a spring,
never kept inside too die.
Roses wink and Lillie's grow,
side by side.
Juicy as each grape, her mind
a vine that knows the burning sun.
Sheds off skin that clothing and
no sin, when she walks bye.
The mirror never breaks, it never calls.
Unmolested wild such beauty.
When it walks, When it talks,
it should be left the way it was.
The way it is,
Representing woman.
Just allowed to stay that way.
Always free.
Unconfined, Born refined.
Cool as ice, Hot as fire.
Every woman is defined,
by how she walks and how she smiles.
And how she builds you up, it is her life
and never,
would she ever put a woman down.