Femme Fatale

Parts aren't wholes, and wholes can be sublime,
Despite plebeian parts, and Mistress A's a case in point.
Her ass is very large, as are her breasts. She's
A stone age Venus figure turned to flesh. She passes
Through a room, her ample hips rotating at an amplitude
Which sets testosterone to flowing freely. Every man
Within that room begins to think of bringing her to bed
At any cost, and, often, fights break out. Her hopeless
Suitors offer drinks and baubles, which will be refused.
The evening ends with Mistress A, her mink thrown on,
Her honor somehow still preserved, sashaying out,
A living Venus figure having brought a clutch of college
Grads back into craven savagery. The women with them
Stare, dismayed. Their hormones unaffected, they see
Just plebeian parts.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-23 at 01:41

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Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
Amply-supplied visuals here! (I feel as if I'm there--a witness to the entire spectacle).


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
unaffected? hardly.