Deep inside

The woman in me likes to be
feather of love and the silk too lustrous
the sooth of desire and the feel so luscious
provoking remaining feminine genre to envy,
the woman in me likes to be.

The way  with valleys around,
clear like the brook of emotions surround.
the wants of embrace and cuddle thoughts
entirely polished and no topsy turvy,
the woman in me likes to be.


Deep inside the earthen potrait
the un-explored beauty explored by the sculptor,
the cupidity described by the author.
with idea of eroticism and art very slippery,
the woman in me likes to be.