Epitome
of Femme
Poem by Wynn Free
She's
used to her jet stream
Catching men's libidos
In
its trail.
It's her nature
She can't help
But leave men
Trembling at the thought
Of their dream fantasy
coming
true
In
the fountain of her youth.
And who might be
worthy
Of the affections of this Goddess creature
Incarnated on earth
With perfect pleasing power
To manifest the secret ID
Of
every lonely man/boy?
Does she understand
the power
That she wields
To make us
Weak in the knees
And ache in the groins
With that simple glance of innocence?
Be ready
when you meet the epitome of femme
To understand what's missing in your life.
Art work by Rassouli
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