Ladies Are Complex

Women, beautiful as a sunset, entitled to become wet. They're soft on skin but rougher from within. Body, mind, and spirit connects those who bear it. It's the hair girls, the hair that we long to smell, aside from perfume, it's the aroma that does the sell. When eyes are aligned, it becomes more than divine, upon the stray, it's only fair to say, are you there, or do you like the dare. Dare I say, you choose two path from where? One's at a depreciated value, the other, maintains a steady round two. Third base is where the bait has taken place. Next morning, contemplate the fate. Leave, bye, and no hi's, at ease and journey on a try. Don't get me wrong here, we can't live with or without them, but gift of passion is easily replaced by back then. I'll elaborate, stay safe and be stag, for the experience of prior is wiped from rag.