a woman’s wine is most praised in society, the jewels between her legs. sadly enough it is an addiction like crack cocaine. no words come from her mouth she speaks through body language, the only language she knows. no upbringing no motherly bond, to help her get through this path of blasphemy, she hold on to this addiction like a newborn baby torn from her mother’s arms no self esteem she hits rock bottom. she is a predator 2 men, with her lustful and seductive ways, high as a kite her spirit floats into the next man’s bed 5 minutes of pleasure her soul and her heart still remains empty, no love just her addiction.