A Fine Woman

A Fine Woman 

The grace that comes with a fine woman 

Like the confident age of a fine wine 

Her wisdom is seen like a high land 

Her lips are soft but her words firm

She gracefully walks with a strong stem

The joy that comes with holding a fine woman 

Hips curved like the sides of bowl 

Warm embrace like the comfort of a warm towel 

Her touch appeases with soothing grip 

Experienced like the sails of a pirate ship 

The boldness that comes with laying with a fine woman 

It's certain at mornings she wakes with a smile

Her kisses strengths the walk of a thousand miles 

 For richer for poorer but only in death 

The love of a fine woman can bury in depths 

-the Vyrus Udensi