Women Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I've always been infatuated,
with understated, overrated
as well as those opinionated
yet seldom too sophisticated,
perhaps a bit domesticated
occasionally intoxicated
but not routinely perforated
with homely and unsaturated
and openly decaffeinated
of wildebeest's savannah-gated
(which gets my innards titillated)
a member of the dreamer's gender
of skin so soft and lips so tender
that all the days in my calendar
will never ever justice render
but hide the raspy voice of splendor
oh yes, I hasten to surrender,
not as a cheap and sly pretender
but proud and merciless offender.
So many fishes in the sea
a thousand little waves for me.
I do not long to own the key
as freedom is not liberty
though hire me as consignee
to dwell within the booboisie
all power of my pedigree
will hold me up to speak to thee
all lasses dance around my tree
and pout their little lips at me.
Alive I never shall retire
it is their essence I admire
etheric oils that keep the fire
and flaming tongues to tempt a friar
a dress of ruffled Biedermeier
It is the scent that I desire.