Naive Poem by soren Barrett

Once an old buddy of mine, told me of his date divine
with a woman of an angelic face
This lady had a body, inspiring thoughts that were naughty
but her very visceral movements were full of grace

Oh, she was so demure, but with a sexual allure
that would drive any man out of his mind
Saying: "Please don't choose to me abuse
naive, to the right advances I'm blind"

As he took her home, her voluptuous hair she did comb
white teeth, straight as the petals of a daisy
glistening azure eyes, reflected the jealous skies
In anticipation of a kiss, he went half crazy

Then getting bolder, he placed his hand upon her shoulder
She trembled and through the window of his soul did stare
They had a drink, then she gave him a wink
motioning, she whispered "follow me if you dare"

"But just a moment, stay steady, I need to get ready"
she went to the mirror as he looked on
As she started to undress, his eyes did caress
the alluring bait he was hooked upon

As she took off layers of war paint, he began to feel faint
then she took off her veil of flowing hair
Out of their gummy sheath, came her perfect teeth
from under her girdle, a bald spare tire, with lots of wear

"Others did say, that it just gets in the way
So my prosthetic leg we won't need at all"
unhitching the catches, she undid the latches
and leaned it against the wall

Hopping to the bed, she reminded him of what she'd said
"to the right advances I'm blind"
out came her right eye of glass, "if you want to make a pass
please do it from the left, if you don't mind"

My friend said "Don't you know, that's how relationships go
First comes passion and desires
We're drawn in by unrealistic expectations, until revelations
strip truth naked and it goes to pieces as hope expires"