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The woman maketh-the-man
 

She blew into my life like an act of God

All was calm and likely to remain so when

Suddenly the isobars tightened, a door flew open

And there she was

 

A full on storm. Leaving me holding onto anything

Nailed down. She had it all. Temptation, inspiration

'Come on' and a natural tactility that made touching

Her de rigueur. I couldn't leave her alone nor did

She want me to...

 

'The woman maketh-the-man' so they say and

Not without good cause for what woman doesn't

Carry with her the energy of life? The power of

Persuasion, of lust and of want that causes men to

Put knife to palette, pen to paper. I would have to

Stretch the erotic limits of these pages too far in

Order to fully convince you of the vital energy of

Which I speak

 

What draws a man's eye to the female form is

An orchestration of pure wizardry. A mesmeric

Mixture of confusion and fascination. A delightful

Confection of tantalising lines each with its own

Silhouette, its own outline, its own aim to thrill

And all the 'special effects' needed to turn a

Man's head and keep it turned

 

So there you are ladies sleep well for on the

Morrow there is work to do…

 

©Joseph G Dawson
09/03/2016

 





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