Bimbo Delight Poem by John Sensele

Whichever way the undefeated turns, her image appears
Haunts and taunts his imagination grown fertile
Ever since he set eyes on the gazelle that sears
His tender heart to smithereens. It's not so much guile
As facial features or earrings dangling on her ears
It's a quality he couldn't readily define. Shucks
Sighs the undefeated who vowed no worldly woman
No matter how slender, her agenda, her fender, her sender or bucks
Would toy or sully his thick skin that fires spires of quills
Meant to deal with bitter pills and bare, clear, fear theatrics
Women pull fast on men. A cool cat like the undefeated kills
Traps dead in their tracks because he'd developed mass metrics
To handle and fondle any creature comfort to delight
To their hearts' content till for love bimbos choose to fight.