Our eyes are flirty.
Sharp at the sight of anything skirted.
From our minds, once healthy,
they arouse thoughts so dirty.
We all have this dirty nature in us,
yet only can they manifest when feminity
falls for our crafty masculinity,
only then is our libido powered like a horse.
Just in a sec, at us they make wink.
But in a month or more, about them, we think.
Our fantasies drive us miles
by their lustful smiles.
From morning to night,
our emotions fight.
Poetry becomes our sword,
piercing through their shield; Shakara!
Every man is a Flirt!
But only through Self Control
can our immoral nature be tamed.
Only then can we be Responsible.
@Jonnypen | January 2018.
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