Her skin is as welvet and you want to touch, her eyes full of sparkle like good wine, and such, Her lips are so sensuous with looks of desire, Her whole body's a match that sets you on fire ! ! But, approach her with caution of this, please take heed.... she could be a "libber" and make your heart bleed. For the mind of a "libber" is like loaded dice, Her looks are deceiving, she's colder than ice ! Cletus Hardiman
Reason for writing:
It takes no genius to know the above poem is about the "ultra-liberated" women. (You know the type)....they get mad if you open the door for them, offer to light their cigarette, or offer their entrance into the elevator before you....I am not one bit chauvanistic...I am just an admirer of the female form, and always will be....but, I would like to thank the ERA and the Women's Liberation Movement for also making us better men.....I not only hold my place in the work market, but, can cook better than most women....thanks to having to do it....So, I am surviver....But, ladies, I still love you !
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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