Patron of the Arts

Posted by Brad Osborne on February 20, 2020 · 19 Comments 

 

 

Men have gotten such a bad rap

Told our brains lie between our thighs

But it seems to be more a trap

When you see it through a man’s eyes

 

For it is with great practiced care

You choose a particular dress

Spend an hour quaffing your hair

Highlight each curve that you possess

 

Those eyes have been carefully lined

And full lips been given red hue

Sensuality well-defined

So that others will look at you

 

The cleavage spawned by push-up bra

The Spanks that shape your firm bottom

So more clearly seen by us all

You seem proud that you have got them

 

You pull your skirt as if too short

You already knew the hem line

A feigned chastity of some sort

Above a pair of heels divine

 

You work hard at the masterpiece

Create a beauty very rare

Any wonder why men, at least

Would have a tendency to stare

 

So, save me your look of surprise

When you catch me looking at you

If you could see you through men’s eyes

I’m sure you would be looking too

 

Before you curse a wanton glance

Indignance at the ready start

Consider that we may, by chance

Just be admiring your art

 

 

 

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