I AM A WOMAN! NOT A FREAKIN'PORKCHOP!I AM MORE THAN A BODY!!! I'm comprised of a mind,spirit, and BODY! A true man knows that the greatest pleasure comes from utilizing a woman's greatest assets, her mind and spirit.
In his eyes, thoughts are not treasured
Solely, of the flesh is he
Only the body, is to be greatly measured.
Beyond boundaries he cannot be
For he seeks only to be momentarily pleasured.
Only the body, he knows
Strictly a friend of the shell
The mind is one of his foes.
Between my strengthful arms
is not for he,
Only between my thighs
is his place to be.
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Reviewed by noxolo marcia (Reader)
Reviewed on March 8, 2010
"between my strength arms is not for he. only between my thighs his place to be" wow amen to that sister
Well expressed. If only men could see more than external beauty. I'm reminded of a poem W. B. Yeats:
For Anne Gregory
by William Butler Yeats
'Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
'But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.'
'I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
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Nice rant.
For Anne Gregory
by William Butler Yeats
'Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
'But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.'
'I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'