#WritcoPoemChallenge
#WomensDay
Her eyes gleamed with the light 
Of her inner strength,
She had walked miles,
Not worried about the length or life expelled.
Is it the thrill of the chase,
Or is it something deeper? it asked.
To the one who holds your pulsating lifebeat into their grasp,
Ever deeper in the moonlit twilight, where silence expands.
They writhe with sweaty, exotic fervor and pre-trembles.
No...