Woman
Her love
is like the spell
of a mage
reaching down
to your soul
like the honey of bees.

She carries you
in her succulent breasts
with milk briming with freshness.

She
is a maitre d' of care,
the mistress of romance,
the confusion of men.

She brings laughter
like costly fragrance
to the home,
but hail and storms
when you step on her tail.