Woman.

I saw her
Beautiful presence of
Womanly being
I knew I loved her then
I saw her
Essence and grace
Stockings up high
Red on her lips
You felt as if you have been with her
Before
It was the art of holding what you were up high
Pride is ones worse predator
Rare.
She was everything
It wasn't a look
Hardly a moment
When you see her
You kind of just stop.
The way the skirt hugged her.
She was everything
That mattered about
 being a woman.