A woman.
Complex.
A girl within, desires and secrets hidden beneath her bosom.
Her stomach she feels knowing someday a seed will blossom.
Blood flows, period.
Hormones- blame all tantrums on it.
Soft as cotton, rough as coral reefs, strong as a boulder, weak and meek.
Complex.
Layers of butter...
Cascading hair, tiny hips and luscious lips, men she attracts and men she dispels,
God she plays and devil she becomes
Utterly confused.
Women are hard to understand they say
that's true, all we want is love anyways
who wants to be understood?
And who the hell claims to understand another person anyways?
A woman- just bored!
Rants! (grunts)
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