Oh thou Woman!

woman

The crown
Of ageless man
Molded with the finest bones
of the earth

You glorify
The figure of man
Showing perfectly the beauty
Laid in the inner skin

You made known
The perfect dish
Adorned with heavenly treasures
Carved within your bosom

Your taste
Sour like the morning grape
Filled with praises of mute lips
Of an ever ending charms of your elegance

Oh thou woman
What would earth be
Without you

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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