(3.3) Sensuous Woman (It's Not Love, But It's Not Bad...) Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

She helps me take off my coat and hat-
I know my sensuous woman’s where it’s at-

To look into her hard brown eyes,
You know she’s young, but worldly wise
And those things she whispers in your ear
Are little more than lies...

You know it’s an act, but somehow you don’t care,
You’ve got a warm sensuous woman lying there...

Then, when you’re coming back from Heaven,
You turn to where she lies
And see that hard, sensuous woman
Lying there with tears in her eyes...

Then you realize they’re tears of remorse
For what is called a sin
And that they’re tears of regret
For what it might have been...