All The Things I Know About Women

An erotic poem

Every woman’s hips are gold, their bellies made of fire.
And if their thighs to touch you’re bold, there’s more gold to desire.

Every woman’s hair is shined like dear and beaten metal,
And flies around her head to bind your eyes to golden vessel.

Each woman’s haunch is rounded soft but filled with strength to carry;
Their feet are small and light the ground to dance and to make merry.

A woman’s breasts are a fulsome land of youth and life and plenty.
They delight the eye and fill the hand and feed you ‘til they’re empty.

Each woman’s fawns are bright and new, and pinkly when you meet,
Then ripen to a wine­-like hue to drunk you with their sweet.

Only once a woman’s young, lean in maidenhood.
If you find her in your hunts, you’ve found what’s very good.

And every woman older blooms with laugh lines and with children.
Her house of love will add on rooms and soon become a mansion.

Of women I’ve had every taste, the virgin and the matron.
Some were lusty, some were chaste and wore sexy little aprons.

I’ve never had an old old woman, but that’s all right, I’m patient.
I’ve heard they’re built like trees to heaven, all wrinkled, strong, and gracious.

Every woman builds your hearth, and every woman makes.
Every woman breaks your heart, and every woman takes.

I know the things I’ve said are true of every living Eve,
‘Cause every one I ever knew was kind to marry me.

I’ve only known the single one, we’ve had a bunch of kids.
I knew her when we both were young, and since, we’ve broken beds.

I met her when she’d braces on, with cutesome overalls;
I told her that the chase was on, and that I was enthralled.

From her I’ve learned why women laugh, their sorrows and their labors.
If they’re all like the one I have we’d all best beg their favor.

If you will wonder at their loves and wander all their beauties:
Then cup her towers and kiss her doves and give her many babies.

A woman’s breasts are a fulsome land of youth and life and plenty.
They delight the eye and fill the hand and feed you ‘til they’re empty.


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