You are the pour of a hot cup of tea on an autumn morning 

You are every poetic verse poured onto one single sheet

You are the cool pouring rain on a warm summer night

We born as a child
It's 'the world' that turn us into an adult

We're chasing our dreams
It's 'the world' that make us chasing their money

They have money
We have passion

They have control
We have freedom

Ressurect the child
That's the true human nature after all

Ressurect the child
Then we'll change the world

Temptations are hiding in the lines of her skin.
She is the only book you can read in the dark.
She could destroy most men with just a flick of her hair.
But she can really rip your soul out with her stare, eyes brighter than a supernova and her smile, more mind blowing than the black holes she creates.
Her body, is the creation of infinity. Her voice is the reason there is no gravity in space.
She is acid rain running down your face and leaving you with that bitter taste.
She is the feeling of warmth, in an ice cold embrace.
I would imagine she is the reason men like me are here to write her into poetry. She is simply, just, a woman.