Ode to women

a poem about the beauty of women.

 

 

Ode to Women

 

 

Her toe nails are painted in bright red, her petit feet are as soft as the hair

Of a new born cat.

 

Her legs are long, solid and they move like they have a mind of their own. When you hear her high heels tapping across some marble floor your heart will snap in two. Her legs are as beautiful and as magnificent as the pillars of

 Ancient Rome.

 

Her hips swing like a diamond-incrusted chandelier. The black dress she wears covers her bum like the shroud that covered

 Jesus.

 

She smells like the fields of Provence, lavender, flowers and sunshine. Her breasts are firm, they slowly move up and down, as the woman takes slow, sexual

Gulps of night

 Air.

 

Her mouth is like that of a Russian socialite from the 19^th century,

her magical eyes reminded one of those of Cleopatra, and

 her long brown hair dances in the slow breeze

 Like a peacocks feather being used as a fan

by a French princess.

 

 

Reviews

Ancient Rome, Ciaooo Italia, come ti adoro... then... Jesus, in the smooth music of " Air" and danced by a French Princess... wow, dear, you are a genious! This woman, misses only some Portuges Fado, and some Spannish Flamenco and some Greek traditional sirtaki to give her all Europe almost we live in, love your writing... I am feeling sensual after reading ;)

[Liza]

Delight Full....Sensual - Women have much to live up to but we are works of art :)

[Jessi Leigh]

Such adoration and worshipping of women... BEAUTIFUL :) Such pleasing comparisons... '"her long brown hair dances in the slow breeze, Like a peacocks feather being used as a fan, by a French princess." Gorgeous!