Agirls voice lies in temptation In a woman's voice lies in education The flow of a woman fluidity grows in inflation To perpetual nothingness A doted wantonness. While she ponders on, She thinks and askew of blunders Her promiscuity slips through her hands... From a child, a girl, and to a man's... and she sits and wonders As he enfolds her feigned trotted mind, that was once bold, and his forever remained apprehended. The delicacy she once had, has fallen from grace, The temptress in her, now wants to escape.. He looks upon her foible, as a harlots tongue, a manageable foil. She turns to run, that gyrates to strolling. Idly she walks as a fugitive, and lands with an another holder, and repressor of her dreams. Her new lunatic now commands her to regenerate From a girl, now to a woman, and now she sees. A girls voice is cut short A woman noise is a blunt force. By Nailah D'arcy Amour Toujours