Diary of a Woman
Her body rhythmically beguilestheir captivated minds;
she sings to each man down the aisles,
and each his siren finds.
Though varied be the forms she takes
upon each lover's eyes;
a passion once at slumber wakes,
to plumb through her disguise.
The words are etched across her face,
with every breath inhaled;
into the soul, a warm embrace,
a mystery unveiled.
Returning for another glance
beyond her vaulted door;
The love she now holds in her trance,
her chamber will explore.
Now finding there upon her bed,
a diary trimmed in gold;
upon its sheets, with ink of red,
are stories yet untold.
In entry upon entry, he
can see as blossom grows;
through pages upon pages, she
unfolds her budded rose.
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