Woman

She's a woman, so delicate,
She looks like a flower, pink
To be plucked, was her fate,
Her heart, destined to sink.

She looks with her eyes, Fierce,
She sins with her lips, plump
Her eyes through hearts, pierce,
Her body full of grace yet, heart numb.

There lurks a beast within her,
Which only demands, pure pain
She gave in to this sweet pain filled with pleasure,
She knew she had nothing more, to lose or gain.

She walks like a goddess,
Her posture spells excellence
Her mind still, a mess,
Her heart around it, bears a fence.

Her smile so beautiful,
Her beauty reads no bound
Her eyes still has tears, full,
Her misery knows no ground.