She is my boi,
utterly feminine,
but such a boi.
Her softness,
irrisistible,
is our secret.
I respect,
her kindness,
is no weakness.
Strength,
in bending,
not breaking.
Compromising,
or trying to,
at full volume.
Always laughing,
giggling girls,
alone together.
Many moods,
twist her round,
till she is back again.
Her beauty,
pulls me in,
suprised.
But softness,
innately hers,
is our secret.