Besotted Voyeur Poem by John Sensele

I struggle to comprehend the engine of a woman's mind
That first spins right then left when a man shows an interest in her kind
When intrigue and fatigue conspire to repel the man
Whose skin the sun coats and toasts in a phenomenal tan.

In God's creation sails no more complicated creature than a woman
Whose mood in a neighbourhood of love can by her caprice stun
The most skilled headshrinker by her yoyo behavior
That bewilds in a field yield the most passionate lover.

I wonder what sentimental circuit God wired in the female gender
To conflagrate her hormonal balance to the extent where danger
Lurks in the vicinity of any suitor whose manifesto with gusto
A woman scrutinizes and brutalizes with tonnes of fuss in store.

Woman, quit tearing slits, quit flaunting tits, quit dragging inelastic fabric
Worn with pomp and a calculated desire to swamp a male mind in a tunic
When sights of bared erogenic merchandise pops out in full sight
Of a besotted voyeur whose eyes in flight suffer an inconsolable plight.