When she wasn’t expecting it to show
The red devil came along
Making her crave
Chocolate and something else
That she just couldn’t put her finger on
It left her hanging on
To the ragged edge
An emotional mess
Of highs and lows
Beautiful chaotic mess
That she couldn’t quite understand her own self
She wanted to be held
And to be left alone
She was glad it came
Though she would have rather
It choose different days
But the familiar presence
Was a reminder
That she was still
Young enough
Fertile and voluptuous
Every inch a woman
Seeing red
Jeanna' Soul 