Women are Different...

BY MARSHA PRESCOD

You dare not let your eyes meet theirs
for more than fifteen seconds.
Cos if you do,
You know what they're like
Liable to cross right over
to your side of the road,
and talk 'bout
"Daughter" and
"Sister" and
all that incestuous crap
You don't want to hear.
No,
You dare not let your eyes meet theirs.

However,
That's not to say that
Your gaze can't slide over
small, tight bums
And,
Thighs carved so strong and want to
weep,
Or,
That real dude and stylish swagger,
Or hands that make you wonder
how they'd feel on those parts of your body.
Um hum!

It's just that,
You got to make sure that
they don't catch you out
When it's your turn to look,
Cos,
Then...
They'd know.