Her hips sway when she walks,
She is not harlot nor whore.
She hypnotizes me when she talks,
She keeps me wanting more.
There is much strength in her,
Not shown but always there.
Deep down inside it were,
Something that's truly rare.
Beauty not in her face, but deep in her heart,
A world of joy and contentment.
A very pure soul from the start,
Holding no trace of resentment.
She is deliberate and planned,
Full of much accomplishment.
Maybe she can lend a hand.
She is so confident.