As a lady moves by ....
Like the magic scent of a camp fire
and a nightime sky of drifting smoke
How does a man speak about women
without it becoming another joke
Does he say " I'm intoxicated just being round
her glistening flesh"
Or "I've always been mesmerized
unable to speak
Does he speak of her curves her walk
her sexual after glow
No .....he stands speechless
and silently learning
Watching .....as each one a perfectly
all her own
Yet even when they fake the smile
the laugh ......
They keep every part of
a man yearning
So as the others whistle and call
and banter around
I will just stand and watch
as the ladies move by