Perverse – Poem by Louis Marvin

Every trick of mother nature

the breast

the hips

the buttocks

the voice

the eye

the hair

the pretty feet

and hands

The treasure of women

the only true art

And I,

do not beat myself up

but off

I do not hide from my nightly fantasies

poached from the day’s beautiful encounters

My eyes,

a rifle or bow and arrow

The island women,

what lovely prey

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