This is a poem, not about how women are stronger than men .... But about how men are weaker than women. It typifies the weakness inherent in men when they see a pretty woman.

Female of the Species

Don’t tease me,
Don’t squeeze me.
Don’t try to appease me.

Don’t plague me,
Invade me.
Don’t try to serenade me.

Don’t kiss,
Dismiss.
Don’t try to take the piss.

I can’t be bought
With careless thought,
So don’t pretend to be overwrought.

Fluttering eyes won’t work with me
A heaving bosom’s no guarantee.

I’ve made my mind up,
That’s the price.
I’ll not be haggled,
Won’t tell you twice.

Those perfect lips,
And curvy hips
You know I’d love to get to grips.

But a deal’s a deal,
And your sex appeal
Will not detract my will of steel.

Those big blue eyes,
Short skirts and thighs.
Those rounded breasts, a perfect size.

Won’t make me change my mind at all.
The price will stay as I recall.

Your velvet skin,
The lace within,
My darkest thoughts of scarlet sin.

My throbbing dreams,
With devil’s themes,
Take me beyond your wild extremes.


To taste your flesh
To feel your heat.
To lie with you beneath the sheets

To feel you claw my skin blood red
I can’t get you out of my head.

The price, my love,
Don’t fret on that.
I’m sure I can do it without the VAT.

I’m sure I can work a special deal,
For the very way you made me feel.

I’m not sure how I came across,
But I can afford to sell this at a loss.

There you go, my sweet,
Anytime you please.
You’ll always get me to my knees.

Without a thought,
You turn and leave.
My naivety I can’t believe.

Ripped off by the scantily clad.
Another fool who’s been fucking had!