Those Eyes

As I fantasize I realize Her eyes are without cries that makes my spirit rise on natural highs as my soul flies across to where beauty lies amidst breasts and thighs in a mind that pries into the whens and whys above a heart pure of lies and beneath a virginal prize. I do so womanize.

Yet I must admit before you have a fit, I have learned a bit from my Mother and Sister’s wit, that in the cruelty of it, when men demanded it, they abused it, misused it and refused to understand it, then I saw Women stay quiet in their fight for it and even in the wrong of it they never gained it. It is respect and I must say Women do so deserve it.

Venus sends me through enchanted hue.
Colour my thoughts whole: mind, body, and soul.
A body mystique, grace unique,
Subtle beauty, gentle purity.
Curves and lines where imagination finds

a captive glance if only by chance,
She returns a blink that would send me to sink,
deep within Her rainbow of hue, her ocean of two,
where I’d swim.

Within Her colour deep my hazel does weep.
For with every move it so does prove,
Her body of strength, endurance of length,
Subtle innocence, gentle reassurance.
Through Her every word that is written or heard.
That should be reckoned and not ignored.
In Her ever changing mood that needs to be understood.
I've obtained admiration and respect for this pure intellect,
balanced with love unconditional vibrating out with residual
that is within Her and all Women.

©WRM