Man, I love my breasts!
Boy, I love my thighs!
What furtive stares from perving guys..
I can see the lust in their eyes!
Is it vain that I
Find my own form
More aesthetically pleasing than theirs?
It's just a matter of form and curves and lines and well, who cares?
I wonder to myself
As I gaze in the mirror
Pouting, strutting, teasing...
I'm affected by my own allure!
When I dress
I like to get dressed slowly
I enjoy the different states of undress
As my nakedness dissipates
I can only anticipate
Men hungering for
The skin that is left..
And it's not vanity
and to some it may seem
Profanity.
But Dear God, could you disagree with the fact
I am
PURE SEX!
Author notes
Gender bending. For a contest.
A contest entry
- Battle of the Sexes ~ Guys, your turn... by Xianaria.
700 points, ended December 23, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Intricate Simplicities by Asabouros..
600 points, ended December 4, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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A most enjoyable read... I think you've captured the essence of a man's thoughts in a woman's body
Well done.
Ken
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*laughs*
You know, one of my guy friends told me that if he woke to find he was woman, he wouldn't leave his appartment, he'd be too busy admiring (after he freaked, of course). This just reinforces that concept, but in a funny way!
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Your still all male I am laughing so hard your funny.
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