“nature of a man ”
c.2007 Miriam M. Wynn
never so delicious a set of contradictions
as your smooth, soft skin over hard, firm sinew
rocks sliding like the hot core of the earth
beneath a pleasant surface.give me those long planes and lines
of your towering neck, stretching into forever,
turned aside like an upturned bowl of cream,
i long to jump into,
face burrowing like all the other
silly girls in the world made
susceptible and weak in the face of such soft skin.you're a gun wrapped in silk,
a tomcat purring before he bites,
all promise and tease beneath raw strength,
all little boy inside man eyes.your scent, visceral and wild,
animal beneath civility to match
the feral nature in me,
no woman is all civil as she tries to make you be,
and secretly we crave all that unbound masculinity,
football, violence, boots on tables,
a stern stance and an even harder glance.your hand is the softest,
dearest thing i ever touched,
full of a tenderness that grabs me without thinking,
holding me close bent on protection,
my heart your territory laid down like law.laughter comes in wicked moments,
rogue corners of your mouth turned up,
wicked things slip aloose in gentle conversation,
and beneath all those good manners
we both know what's really served.beautiful, the nature of a man,
to complement all my contradictions,
to wrap around me hot and sure,
gently placing all your dangerous, male power
into the care of my female heart.