I Am One I Am Many I Am A Women Poem by vana hawkings

I may not understand
I may not see what it is of what men see in me
I may not understand
Of what they may think of me
Could it be the way I laugh smile or touch
Caress of my gentle hand down your back
Gentle persuasion of my lips confronting yours
Curve of my smile when I see you
What is it that men see of me?
The look of my mysterious passion
The art of my mysterious ways
I am one I am many I am a women
The breasts that stare frequently into the eyes of men
The body a guy feels the need to posses
I am one I am many I am women
I don’t understand what men see in me
Curves persuasions seduction?
What is it that men see in me?
What shall lie as a mysterious?
For I am not one not many but I am a women