Five kinds of woman; which one am I

The smell

The taste

The salty but sweet personality

The beauty

The fire

the determination which one is me

Who am I

I say as I change constantly, mainly by my pain

I thought I was a lover

But then I met you

I became something other

I don't know what to do


The hopes

The goals

My creativity fed my soul

Don't need no man

I can make it all alone

No one can hold me back

the stability is making me so cold

I thought I was an artist

But then I met you

I became something other

I don't know what to do


The books

The names

The way I can speak any man to shame

The brain

The gold

I'm feeding all my greed

Forget about my soul

I thought I was successful

But then I met you

I became something other 

I don't know what to do


The kisses 

We make love

I thought  feeding your passions would be enough

The bodies

The grind

Forget about our future

Can't stimulate your mind

I thought I was sexy

But then I met you

I became something other and

I don't know what to do


What to do

How can I 

Become every woman In your life

I'm just a wife

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