The heat is pounding the table with fists from the sky.
The heat is burning its brand upon each person's mind.
The heat will dry you out but leave you clinging to this life.
The heat on the outside triggers one thrice as hard inside.
The girls are built into this Earth, pieces of human architecture.
They act as a watchdog group to the rising temperature.
With each degree they more unsheathe their swords crafted by nature,
and dare all eyes to try to tell their minds of sights of ones fully matured.
I must confess the heat inside mentioned in my introduction,
refers to the heat in the heart as the eyes succumb to seduction.
This incredible heat spreads the body and stalls all useful function
as the only thoughts crossing the mind are ones meant to cause reproduction.
Short shorts, miniskirts, and deep cleavage held in tight tops.
Why cant you learn to excuse my eyes as you have done with my thoughts?
Sleeveless worn braless or tiny bikinis at the pools.
When you scold me for enjoying you've made both you and me fools.
Author notes
I really considered not posting this one simply because of how sexual it is, but then I decided it is an honest poem and I'm not ashamed of being honest. This is a rarity among my poems in that I don't have the exact date it was written record. I started writing this back in March or April 2009 in between classes at WSU, I later pulled it out and finally finished the last stanza about a week ago in September 2009. I actually intended for it to be a longer poem, but I had a change of heart.
Please tell me what you think
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Are you serious here? Come on man...
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When I read your words, I thought you were criticizing me for being too sexual, but then I saw your avatar and now I'm wondering if you're criticizing me for tagging this with "Sex" and "Adult" and it not being an exciting tale of erotic adventures.
In either case, pretty much, yeah, I was serious. I said right in my first line I almost didn't consider posting it, but it was there sitting in my notebook, and I felt like I'd be lying if my AP page was not a true compilation of all my poetic works. I believe it shares the same piece of paper as "Unicycle Man", a poem about being ashamed of cynicism, and "Do You? Do I?", a poem that tries to devalue the pain I felt over being dumped. If "Women When Weather Warms" is about anything, it's about how ridiculous I think the world's view on sexual attraction is. In a roundabout way, it's also a jab at myself. This was unfinished for months, but then I picked it up because lately I've been writing poetry to help me sort through sadness and confusion. I look at those poems and it's like I'm trying to glorify any serious emotions I have, and I felt like someone needed to knock me down a peg. Why not glorify the thing I'm actually feeling 98% of the time?
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