The beauty and grace of a woman,
I look and I see serenity, she glows in the cool dim light.
Smoke gently laps at her smooth shoulders eager awaiting the next touch
A gentle smooth glide as she saunters her way
Grace from her blesses my day
I gaze upon this beauty stumbling for thought, as if her grace has eaten my words and left me mute
Babbling like a child I seem aloof brain and mouth just don’t connect I am a goof
One should feel luck to see such beauty
This vision is driving me crazy, she passes by me and her scent eats my soul
Gliding as if her feet can’t touch the floor
Off she goes I see her back , bare skin, soft and smooth, my hand reaches to touch
I see something that catches my eye, tears start to form and I wonder why
A strange mark is placed on her skin, ink it seems has been placed within
A tattoo , it seem , she chose to acquire, no longer I gaze, no longer I admire
I am vexed you see why this would be, why mark and mare a work of art I’ll never see
My head it hangs in sham i feel some things in life just can’t be explained….