CONQUERED

Your body is so beautiful, so perfect, total it.
That it's almost fiction. Beauty as a ghost, is it?
Nothing to possess, because no one deserves it.

It became even more beautiful in your nude drawing,
a living, delicate, animated picture, from me withdrawing.
Pretending to be defenseless, a kind of lawing.

You begged for love with the mischievous eyes
of a naughty, rebellious girl, full of sincere lies
but with the intentions of a mature woman, so wise.

Nothing that could be possessed or owned... Atoner.
You were always more possessive and owner
than a beautiful prey, easy to conquer. Just loner.

And that's how I silly got lost throwing myself
naked and defenseless into your open arms as shelf
to enjoy my old hopes, needy and defenseless in self.

Once again I didn't conquer you, woman.
This time, I was completely conquered by you, woman.
Once again I swore to conquer you one day, dear woman.

But as usual I was conquered again and again by you, woman.
Beauty in a form of a splendorous body, beautiful woman.
Gorgeous woman, powerful woman, conqueror woman.