Blind Sighted
Yes, she was a ‘playful creature’ whose ‘blue eyes’ just like the
sea
Whose calm ‘subtle charms’ and warming arms could chain men’s
fantasy
She fell hard for ‘Sergeant-Major’ who would ‘well’ exact her
‘treat’
And would ‘ever’ leave her ‘longing’ for ‘grand-tricks’ he’d dole –
replete
She was known the ‘teasing temptress’ whose smooth words would
breed ‘false’ hope
By her ‘undulating passions’
driving good men ‘down a slope’
She’d get ‘drunk’ from men’s attention… their ‘obsessions’ fueled her
drug
Which ‘felt’ ever strong as ‘climax’ - compliments... her ribbed ‘sex-plug’
At first meet… we thought her ‘cutie’; hesitation ruled the day
Was there something ‘bout her ‘charming smile’ which ‘warned’ our
spirit 'way
Did we sense ‘something’ improper though we'd never scribe with name
Or was ‘mischief’ in the ethos... warning - ‘leave the way you came’
Jewel was ‘fishing for a fill-guy' mid her bleak 'relations-gapped’
Please her torturous obsessions... fueled from lusts... she'd 'longed' were tapped
By some ‘glimmer of projection’ which we 'thought' was worth her
wait
We'd made plans to 'trick her treaty'… sad, we were a 'smidge' too
late
Sad… we did not read her ‘tea leaves’… nor gave ‘heed’ our ‘inner
guide’
Soo in search 'our' true obsession who would one-day walk our side
Desperate ‘seemed’ some ‘future choices’… desperate ‘felt’ a
future - grim
We’d much later gleaned her ‘candy’ had been ‘all-consumed’ with him
We did ‘launch’ an inquisition… we 'strong' warned her true enough
Yet our uttered ‘quib of madness’ merely ‘brazed' her will - more tough
Jewel would ‘solely’ heed such warnings just to ‘mitigate' said
risks
Thus, she’d justify 'investments her deposits' through lust’s ‘fiscs’
Yes, it really 'screams' astounding how 'some' women love to talk
About unresolved recurring themes which drive 'most' men to squawk
No… "It's not the destination, but the journey"… some might say
Though most 'manly interactions' seldom operate this way
Yes, we’d say whatever's on our mind - our tongue unbridled speaks
So the truth comes forth... it hurts sometimes; We’d watch as havoc reeks
Oh, we’d show our hurt and temperament as freely as a child
Yet, because we’re all ‘grown up and stuff’… we’d 'sport' our 'adult' style
Yes, she wants to hear those 'pretty words’ that makes her ‘feel’ so good
No, you can't display an attitude - you'll be misunderstood
So, just ‘mind your mouth’, don't get upset, agree with what she thinks
And should you be poised to ‘brave these games’… it may drive ‘you’ to drink
And so - yes… It 'is' expected… that we men should ‘always’ hear
Share kind words our understanding and support her through her fear
Please examine… not too closely - do ‘not’ criticize her ways…
Thus, should 'we' well do this long enough… she'll shower endless praise
Jewel’s ‘old-flame' fast come to 'calling' – what he’d crave was ‘more
the same’
He’d become lust's ‘lubrication'; with his 'craft' he’d ‘quench her
flame’
They’d both sought each something different; both they longed each something
– new
He’d ‘escape’ his tortured marriage… she'd hope 'change' her plain world view
By lusts past 'then' re-emerging … Jewel soon put ours ‘fast to bed’
Strong her ‘sweet love’ craved more ‘candy’ thus she'd don her ‘tables-spread’
Hopeless were her ‘split-affections’; doomed were they right from -
our start
‘Lust’s-convictions’ crushed hope's chances... future ‘treasure-hunts' seemed smart
We ‘felt’ burned and rendered useless like ‘worn sheets’ placed on
a shelf
Pushed aside and sore discarded - ‘ripe stains' marred our mental health
As we’d ‘move to terms’ - then forward… taking ‘count the costs our worth
Jewel’s ‘gross-acts’ viewed - spent and futile… helped us 'seek' less
‘engrossed earth’
We've sore gleaned this ‘clear conclusion’... true you can't change
someone's mind
Almost certainly ‘most’ woman in whose hearts strong lusts - you’ll find
Thus no matter what you prove to them – ‘his lusts’ their hearts throb for
Well… there's no amount of 'attitude'... you'll ever win 'that' war
©2017 NDL
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