I love the way that a woman walks
And the way that she flirts when she talks,
And the way that she breathes when she kisses
I wish every woman was my Mrs.
I love the dresses that a woman wears
Shorter the better, I enjoy the stares,
But, when she asks me if she is fat
I am not crazy at all about that.
Nor do I enjoy going clothes shopping
Or hearing stories with gossip or eavesdropping,
I do not like the shows that she adores
She doesn't like my sports, or hearing about scores.
She complains to me about the toilet seat
And how we're going to start eating less meat,
And how I should dress when we go out
When I disagree with her, she gets angry and will pout.
I don't want ever to be told or not to be heeded
Sex is all from a woman that is truly needed,
And only a woman can bring desire and lust to my eye
But, for companionship, I'm more compatible with a guy.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Well expressed thoughts and feelings. Thanks for sharing, Randy.