The physical is beautiful, but you know nothing. The shining eyes, sculpted mouth and beautiful smile, the curve of a hip. When the day is done, the make up comes off. The hair is pushed back. The hips are hidden under blankets and folds of soft cotton. The dishes are left in the sink. The toothpaste tube, squeezed from the middle. Shoes, left muddy by the door. My flaws are like your own but maybe of a different subject. My history, my scars and insecurities are there...making up who I am. But the strength and spirit of a woman in all of her imperfection is a glory to know. It seems the more I give, the more I have left over. I am never spent completely.
I am a woman.
And I love.
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