A women is special in her own unique ways,
Some more than others, I notice these days.
My oh my, how they strut their stuff,
Shyly speaking, “I can never get enough.”
The body of a woman, is the sweetest of sight,
To observe her wonder, is a magical highlight.
It is unknown to me, how they poetize this domination,
I am simply spellbound, and left in a state of fascination.
The Woman—where would we be without the woman?
This is the riddle, never solved by the man.
Yes my “Dear,” you are needed, in more ways than one,
No need in worry, I will go anywhere with you - you’ve already won!
To all women in the world, forgive my obvious ways,
I am only a man, mystified in all your ballets.
So if you find this man, in a constant stare,
My intentions are not harmful; this I swear.
Know my interest, are all in your wonder,
This is on my mind, as I sit and ponder.
To observe your presence, tongue-twists my mentality,
Despite my state, there is still a great vitality.
No answers appear to me, as I lie in your strand,
My words and actions seem to stumble in your sweet hand.
I am crazy for the puzzle you have cast unto me,
Through all your femininity, you leave me on my knee.
So, for all you women, understand this,
How much it is, I am mesmerized in your bliss.
Rest peacefully, you women of the present,
It is because of you, the enjoyment of this precious presence.
. Copyright 2008: David C. Dodson