Surly scent of testosterone
muscles it way to the fore,
Daring all challengers to
break his hold and throw
him to the floor.
Sweet perfume and downcast
eyes, a strand of gentle curl,
the slightest tilting of the head
and iron fists unfurl.
Parting lips which breathe
a sigh; his head begins
to swim. An upward glance,
a gentle touch; knees
buckle under him.
Strength of gentle femininity,
uncalculated power,
caves the strength of any man,
causes massive bulk to cower.
Fragility it may appear to be,
but in the slight of frame
does belie the truth of life –
was from Woman that you came.
{Inspired by somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings}
I love that poem by cummings. Your poem stands strongly on its own. The title opens it up. Keep writing.
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Stuning work as always.
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Yip, tis true. I would also add that ones children have the same effect.
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