Of Women and Men

And yet those tresses distract me
Pulling my eyes to the silhouette they enclose
Beauty undefinable
An angelic cut of human bonds
Fuck those pretty eyes I say
that leave a man blood strewn in more ways than one
With two twin mounds
That make snowy liquids with their warm peaks
While one is the burning proof of passion
The other a nourishing conclusion

And yet the gentle melodies ring in my head
Of sweat and rhythmic screaming
Is it imagination or
The only absolute truth
Fuck those pretty eyes I say
That make men wish away their years
With a wet trail of betrayal
But such is the irony of life that
A single hole holds the key
For the scourge of men
And the continuum of humanity