Scents and Musks
The enigma
the allure of women
and what it is exactly
that prompts me
to wine and dine
and jump through all
the social hoops
men enthusiastically choose to do
I being then a man
am not immune
to the primitive dance women command
when she simply
sways a hip
bats an eyelash
coyly shrugs a purposed grin
the song begins
let the dance begin
what is it then about a woman
and the mystery she wields
that keeps me enthralled
the way that it does
so I too armor up
and walk the wild side
whisking my own scents
and personal musks
just a little here and there
not necessarily
swaying or
batting or
coyly shrugging
just being me
inviting those who desire to
dance a dance with me
typically however
reality dawns
finding me
dancing alone
whisking and splashing
scents and musks
to no avail
having yet again seemingly failed
perhaps then
I shall adjourn to the one
who patiently sits alone
the one called wife
who awaits for me at home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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