The Soul
I looked over her soft body.
From head to toe she was as perfect as
Any woman could be.
I laid my hand on her sweet thighs
And I moved in close to kiss her red lips
But she stepped back from me.
She looked in my eyes with grief.
I saw in her expression she was hurt.
And then she said, quietly,
“If beauty is only skin deep,
How many layers must I tear away
Before you’ll see my soul?”