Women Go Away 2

If talk of erotic emotions

cause an embarrassed flush,

if talk of body parts

cause you to blush,

to you I say go,

better go away

 ‘cause ‘bout sexual situations I’ll utter,

so you better leave now,

‘cause I ain’t gonn’a mutter

so to you I say,

better go!

Go away!

Riding bicycles bathed in SoCal’s sunny elation,

“You know!” Stated after a forty minute duration.

“Huh?”

Glancing over my shoulder,

“What do I know?”

“Women are different!”

Bruce stated seriously.

“No shit, Sherlock!”

“Yeah,” Bruce said,

“can’t figure their thinking,

 they’re so damned erratic,

it’s like they’ve bats in their attic.”

Not too surprised at this last pronouncement

but rather shocked at his next announcement.

“I’d Love to swap places a day,

just to see how their minds play.”

Knowing his wife

the love of his life,

I glanced at Bruce again

 “Yes, really,” he said,

“I’d love to spend a day

in a lady’s head.

Women I’ve learned not to figure,

’cause feminine demeanor can change

like the flick of a trigger

Following words to men of my generation,

we men who still view women with a bit of…

oh, shall we say apprehension

and most-time with more than a smidgen of tension.

Past my mid-seventies

to you I admit,

when it comes to females,

I don’t know Jack shit.

What brought about this quest for learning?

Feminine sensations caused by sexual relations.

You may think of me

as low-life scum,

‘cause I’d like to know

how women…

well, you know

To me they’ve always been a mystery,

for years I couldn’t even guess

from whence they pee.

Men are so easy “it’s” simple to find,

just look down and “it’s” there all of the time

often presenting itself at the most inopportune

and inappropriate time.

Ladies have a little thing that loves to be touched,

but good luck in finding it ‘cause it sure ain’t much.

Viewing the feminine interior with all of that pink…

What in the “hell’s” all that stuff a guy may think.

You may think me crass,

You may think me crude

Well…

Most men won’t

Some women would

That little nodule in their upper cleft,

the rose or brown tip of a woman’s breast.

What are the sensations I as a man, 

forthwith desire to understand.

Oh, yeah!

And they’re really nice to fall asleep with.

©July 28, 2011 / Mark M. Lichterman