When I consider a woman,
softness comes to mind.
From tip to toe,
their magic, compressed by nature
into an exquisite form.
Her aura, falling to
a lip sensitive nape.
Mother loving eyes
brightened by lips that
shape our moods.
Shoulders, on which to cry
or comfort with hugs.
Breast, those nourishing breasts,
for young and old,
for bold teasing
or hidden as treasures.
Life giving hips,
the essence of a woman,
from there all springs forth
and casts out allure
for our attention.
Who would doubt the strength
of limbs, magnified in high heeled beauty
attracting our manhood,
holding our world.
Yes, she is soft, but
do not underestimate her
strength and omnipotent power,
when you Consider a Woman.