Woman...Me...

The hint of a kiss on her lips
She walks around - an inscrutable enigma
A whiff of mystery -
A heavy cloak around her delicate shoulders
She walks tall, her head held high
An air of chic seduction subtly enveloping her
A twinkle in her eyes - limpid pools
Sometimes mischiveous, sometimes filled with love
A dance step in her stilletoed feet
Beautifully arched, tenderly painted, supremely elegant
Who is she...everyone's looking for her
And yet, she's everywhere - she's every woman, she is...
Me.