Women

When she talks the stars themselves bow at her feet.
Her voice, smooth and low and hypnotic.
Everyone listens.
Her eyes on yours make you feel As though you caught fire in the dead of winter.
She can smile and the world will disappear.
She moves with the grace of a deity.
And for many she is.
She inspires devotion with a single touch.
And single laugh.
Men fall at her feet,
Lose their heads.
She has No desire for the men
With their filthy thoughts
And rough hands.
Who think of only one thing.
She rejects their advances but they get closer.
But being too close can have dire consequences.
She tires of the men who throw themselves at her beauty.
Her figure.
She moves with ease and skill.
They trip themselves to follow.
They trip each other  for her favour.
But she chooses another.
One with smooth hands and a soft voice.
With long hair and breasts.
Who men forget about easily.
Who women never envy.
And the men's minds turn to other things.
She takes her hand and leads her into a world of new adventures.
Of traveling and fighting.
And lazy days laying in bed together.
Of screaming and singing.
Of nights and days without rest.
The women need only each other to survive.
And they prove it when the world fights against them.