What A Man Likes About His Woman Poem by James McLain

I want to see her in that see through green dress!
Bought on sale to be thrown away.
I want to see what other men see, unknown to them
she is mine.
Caressing naked skin on her arm's and her back.
I follow behind in a new Uber cab,
as she walks past each man whom carry their
soft leather brief cases.
Men who are married, married men who would claim not.
Men who hurriedly try to hide their left hands.
The rural men are different, cattle and horse ranchers
who without pause offer her rides, I smile.
At the zoo the elephant attraction, the elephant
handler is being caressed from ankle to mid thigh her leg,
by the long, strong thick trunk.
I want what she wants as only two twin's that are never
apart should want.
Green dresses like these and I wonder about blue or red.
As we will be cremated when we die, no claim can be made
about that.
In this a man's world, nothing is better than that.