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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
Irrisistable. 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 desire that causes men to put knife to
Palette, pen to paper, dreams into ambition.
I would have tostretch the erotic limits of
These pages too far in order to fully convince
You of the vital energy of which I speak/write.
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,
Plus, 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