Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Monday, January 3, 2011

Just Can't Help It

I’ve seen it all…
Mini skirts to business suits
Tight- jeans and short, short daisy-dukes
One pieces to teeny-weenie bikinis
Sweet, sweet tarts or evil meanies

Eyes that can make a man sigh
smiles that can make a man cry
skin so soft, butter gets jealous
oh lovely, so lovely, I get over zealous

Hot-bodied, beautiful, gorgeous and pretty
extraordinary fems, exquisitely frilly
Slim women, full figured, with voluptuous lines
make your mouth water, their all so fine,

sweet confections of varied fire
Women I do adore and admire
A sexy sway of hips
A delicate toss of silky mane
Sweetly perfumed, juicy and lovable; I proclaim!
What’s a poor guy to do!?!


Smart and sassy, regal and classy
Queens and divas, in
Flowing skirts, or peasant dresses
Short hair or flowing tresses
Good gravy! I just can’t help it!
I do love women*

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