The Sexual Female Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

As a tiger looks to fruits above,
Like the eyes of a hungry lion in its den,
Most women resemble those animals' gazes
As they peer at handsome, youthful men
Directly in the dark, and subtly in the day.
(When the glances of those men are squarely turned away.)
The male body when exposed almost always emblazes
The lustful hearts of women who feign only love,
Writing solely of ardor, they scribble with a pen.
Admiring a muscular, golden tan,
The women play poker next to the sea.
One lady with a parasol drops her chips
Next to a dark haired gentleman
Who politely picks them up - as she wet-tens her lips.

John Lars Zwerenz

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