Women Poem by keith brown

Women

Rating: 3.5


A thatched patch on scented mound
No living man can fashion

A rising storm it can’t contain
Gives vent to latent passion

A rush, A sigh
Heated blood

Most mortal men it bests
Glimpse of thigh, worried frown
Betrayed by heaving breasts

A man may try to still the tide
Deny his pending omen
Yet cry
And fight

and Strive to hold

The enigma known as

WOMEN

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