MISS-UNDERTSANDING

She stands at the center of it all, yet not God

All but he, stand tall hiding from the stare of men’s sight for she is a lady of the night

Her eyes are the pathway too her leer

Her walls are down for they are guarded to insecurity

She draws you in with a kiss you can miss

For she is a miss-understanding…..

Her gaze teases your senses like a feather

Put to work at making an ocean give birth to laughter

Her presence sends a shocking wave like that of thunder storms making men dispatch instantly

Her lips are sweet and succulent enticing like that dripping with honey of fine quality

Still hiding her true face in the character of supposed make ups and

YES ! she truly is a miss-understanding

MARY-BENEDICTA