Caught up in a long gaze, their eye balls dance
in excitement as she carves a beautiful smile in
imitation of love at first sight.
He strips her naked in his mind while admiring
her physical beauty, thinking about how he is
going to fuck her brains out.
He isn’t interested in getting to know her but
what he is going to get from her.
She’s like the caffeinated flower that keeps bees
buzzing around because of the caffeine laced nectar.
She’s the moving vagina laced with a swansong;
their own version of a nectarous mystery they wish
to devour. Vultures salivating!
Onward sighing in anticipation for a future meal.
Men lust and gravitate towards her physical beauty
like hyenas out for a quick meal.
Cunning men oil around the floor as she sways her
hips from side to side.
Eyes sore and drooling over her instead of listening
to what she is saying.
Pouring out her heart, exposing her soul to an
audience that only cares about her external façade.
She’s a victim of disrespect and constant abuse.
Whistling at her through the street, groping her ass
in public, baseless sexist comments and provocation.
A beauty turning their heads instead of their hearts.
She’s the woman in the picture frame that they are
only interested in jerking off to, the moving sex
billboard on a hot day.
She’s a convenient distraction, eye candy, the best
optical nutrition and bet on a night out with the guys.
The best midnight snack at the Motel.
Lost in confusion, misconception embroidered from
fleeting compliments, favors and gifts from different
men because of her beauty.
Constantly caught up between honesty and truth.
Drifting in the arms of a fake love with an expiration date.
Struggling to understand whether they like her as a
woman or just her beautiful face, amazing hair and
Bad decisions springing from a cute smile and smooth
Oozing happiness in a misconstrued encounter.
Moments of bliss and she’s just another woman with
a beautiful face and great body.
His appetite is sated, the mystery is broken, and he’s gone.
Crying pain, beauty drowning in tears and feelings of
Confusion springing from words spoken amidst lust.
Mistaking compliments for love, illusions of love are
passed over for love and sex.
Hard lessons drawn on the lines of her beautiful face.
Beauty clutching onto hope and this time, well…
perhaps this time, beauty will sieve through the
compliments, close her legs and take her time to
get to know them.