My Woman's Wonder Poem by John Sensele

My woman's cold hand is a heater
That comforts my tingling heart beyond compare
As it keeps our roaring romance fitter
Than a twisted tease a bimbo can dare.

My woman's complexion and cosmetics so sober
So sublime, so subtle, so supple
Transmute her into a bomber
Who keeps me hooked because our treasure is so simple.

My woman's smile, touch, allure
So hexing, so enticing, so interesting
Ensure I'm game for pure pleasure
I imbibe on every date every evening.

My woman's charm melts my resistance
Harder as I try to carve a niche
Apart as busybodies contrive a circumstance
To kill our joy for their best wish consists of a frivolous finish.