Amber

What that is neither stop or go
Like gold without metallic edge
Beauty but with specs and flaws
Not facet cut but honed so round
The bounty nature resin hard
The wood decayed and rotted down
Like shining teardrops left to find
Place them in a band
To display above a cleavage grand
Droplet earings compliment the auburn hair
Dark nipples mounds
And autumns musk
The short hair oval the clasp
The amber in your hand
Its warmth not mineral cold
From living trunk to adorn
A welcome gift for any man to find