No names needed,
for it is for all.
The fairer sex they say,
and still they make you crawl.
Conflicted in their thoughts,
part of your lure.
Spontaneity is the key
to make them yours.
Good girl bad girl,
which one to be.
One in the same i think,
fool you are if you disagree.
Oh that look they give with there eyes,
tempting you always making you obey.
Masters of manipulation,
would not have it any other way.
Thank God for their lips,
they serve so much purpose.
From the words that melt,
against my skin...multipurpose.
Notice the sweet smell when they enter a room,
no perfume needed.
Like natures magical spell,
makes my heart beat faster, gladly conceded.
Bodies so tender it is more than art,
curves that exhilarate on demand.
Used to make men inspired,
brought to unearthly pleasure by my hand.
Driven by emotion,
with a license to kill.
Picture of perfection,
against them I lose my will.
So to natures greatest creation,
beautiful and hard to resist.
I thank you with this poem,
for without you I would not exist....
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