by Tim Chiu
An honest man is tempted by a looker - a poem.
With a man not being dissuasive,
I notice her and don’t question why,
To her charm, I’m being evasive.
Does she notice my reluctant stare
In that male, tight-lipped fashion?
Many kisses, we won't share,
With sinful taste and passion.
Well-hid panties must be removed
For sordid sexual pleasures,
But for my faith, I’d be less moved
To enjoy forbidden treasures.
The love I own is rich indeed,
A love so fine, the best,
But well-hid panties taunt the steed,
These ladies welcome rest.
Tempted by her pointed stares,
While avoiding unwanted lust,
From luscious girls, to splitting hairs,
A man must favor trust.