Her every inch

This skin of mine,
When touched, may be found
soft and warm.
In the sun,
My skin glimmers
When kissed, by the
golden rays of light.

This head of mine,
When searched, may be found
strong and thick.
Opinions, thoughts, and small
evils, may be found
floating up there.

These hands of mine,
When held, may be found
Small and delicate.
They work hard when needed,
But find time for
life's simpler pleasures-
Such as companions for lonely
strolls.

This tongue of mine,
When poised, may be found
a deadly weapon.
Though I am a woman,
I am a warrior
with this sword.

These hazel eyes of mine,
When open, may be found
Blessed with years of innoncence
From a sheltered childhood.
Yet deep inside the pupils,
Unforgotten, heinous crimes-
Remain hidden.

These lips of mine,
When puckered, may be found
A delightful treat.
Soft with young age,
Yet adventerous in their days,
These lips know a lot.

This body of mine,
When devoted to the truth, may be found
More beautiful than any...
It is built of a woman's
stronger qualities;
Her strengths and wickedness...
A woman is to be celebrated,
For her every inch.