What Lies Beneath....

I give myself each and every day,
As Mother, sister and wife,
But few of you see beyond the front
To how I live my life.

I present one version, tried and true,
That seems so proper and prim,
If you only saw the thoughts beneath,
What rises to the brim.

Remove the facade I must create,
To exist within this realm,
But underneath is an ocean of lust,
And I Captain at the helm.

Look in my eyes, so deep and green,
Full of passion and desire,
They are not emeralds bright and cold,
But green light full of fire.

The ponytail so easy and quick,
That rests upon my shoulder,
When spilled upon my heaving chest,
Allows me to feel much bolder.

And what of the clothes so loose and bland?
No thought required when dressing,
You’ll find beneath satin and lace,
Undo them, you have my blessing.

And the breasts that nurse a child,
That offer nourishment so sweet,
Are often swollen with desire,
Begging for you to eat.

Do you look beyond my front?
What you see from day to day?
Can you see the women inside?
Who wants to come out and play?

And as you pass in the grocery store,
A glance and a smile so polite,
If you only knew what lay beneath,
Your groin would leap at the sight.

So look at me once, and twice again,
And at the next woman you see,
What sleeps beneath the surface plain,
So obvious to me.

Desire and lust, passion and sex.
Those items we need too.
But you must take the time to look,
And you know what you must do…..

Take the time to seek me out,
The woman dormant by choice,
Give me the chance to share my thoughts,
And help me find my voice.