Pity for you, Shame on we

Behind every body compliment is a sexual statement,
How you use that information is none of my business
Try putting the hypothesis to test,
I lament of men who adulter in their heads just because you allowed the sun to kiss your thighs,
Adulting just because you wanted your titties to breathe,
Fornicating just because your full hips filled their hearts with lust,
I refuse to gorge out my eyes in the name of sin
And neither will I break my neck to glance at your beauty as you walk past me.
Why you dress, to impress or to express?
It’s your choice, it’s not your choice
Your truth is that you dress up for a man,
You hate it and you hate it that I say it,
When he fails to sexualize you in his compliments,
When lust fails to burn in his eyes,
When his thoughts are with another,
So you try hard to get noticed with your nudity in play,
Bums bubbly, rising and dropping
Singing him to play fetch,
You stretch your thighs out of that slit like a chicken leg,
How you curve your back in your conquest and reset your chest –
some of we prefer pawpaws to oranges,
And others prefer drinking from mugs than jugs –
The con of your eyes solidify your seduction.
Unfortunately for you there’s another course nearby
It’s a buffet out here with different meals,
There’s something for everyone and until you understand that,
you’ve failed in your neediness for attention.

Shame on me,
Shame on we Men
For enslaving her to dress up for a man.

~Misfit