Her walk - graceful as the monsoon breeze,
Her smile - Melts the hardest steel with ease,
Her eyes - Peer deep into my soul,
Her hair - Its lustre, from finest silk it stole.
Her voice - The sweetest music to my ears,
Her breath - Arouses hot passion that sears,
Her touch - Soothes even my deepest fears,
Her fragrance - Intoxication that never clears.
Her arms - Hold me safe from all harm,
Her laugh - Mesmerises with its elfin charm,
Her wish - My command, that's for sure,
Her destiny - To be with me for ever more.
Her walk - Scary when my mistakes she sees,
Her smile - Grim, as she wields the saucepan with ease,
Her eyes - Drill a hole inside my soul,
Her hair - the salon all my money stole.
Her voice - Like a marine sergeant at his worst,
Her breath - Like a deadly dragon's flame burst,
Her touch - Is mainly on my credit cards,
Her fragrance - Coco Chanel. From Paris boulevards.
Her arms - So strong, I know now and how!
Her laugh - Means I'm in trouble, Holy cow!
Her Wish - To enslave me for ever more,
Her destiny - I hope something nasty is in store.
Purely tongue in cheek, the humour is at the changing attitude of men, no reflection on women.