a derelict daredevil, deflect
infamy of wordless faith
he genuflect on his denial
sordid truth he was a cruel being
but the ladies look on and keen
his arrogance shine as a thousand stars
with a wink in his eyes, wicked thoughts were delivered
deep in concernation he cast
a magic so deep as to make them cream
dining on their vulnerability
he made himself culted beauties to obey
unseemly disaster some were quite wild
whipping their lovely manes
and cursing his name
so he shorn their locks
still they peer at him with unwieldy eyes
locking him with their stares
challenged he was aroused
these were women of worth
Goddesses to behold
he made a special place in his heart for these
chaste of vision and simple virtue
would always hold true in his heart
but his libdio desired a woman, of a different sort
Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write with lots of layers my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian