“Why?”
you ask,
“do you write so much
about woman?
Her soft lips,
blazing eyes,
tender touch,
flaming spirit,
and burning soul?
Why her throat,
bared to your teeth?
Why her breast,
filled with passion?
Why her hips,
shaped to entice your lust?
Why her person,
wild as untamed horses?
Why her chin,
more high and noble than any king?
Why her kisses,
more honest and devious
than any manchild ever born?
And why her song,
the hypnotic song
of the siren?”
.
And I,
in humility,
must answer,
.
“My good friend,
It seems to me,
You have answered
your own question.
What more stunning creature,
could enchant such a man as I,
.
As Woman?”
L.
10/12/95
January 31, 2007 at 8:17 am
oooohh. nice.
January 31, 2007 at 5:13 pm
Thank you Robyn.
