Perverts and Poets

Only perverts and poets
See women as walking objects
Me being both see them as pieces
Of beauty and perfection walking
I only need a piece to fall in love with
A pair of dark eyes or her painted toe nails
Is all I need to obsess salivate and write
Her flat tummy and arching back
Can take away my appetite for a week
The smooth skin of her upper arm
Can fill all the dents in my imagination
Her smile showing that cute crooked teeth
Can Hold me captive in the middle of the road
To make These pieces of beauty with
such perfection Of Geometry, God I am sure
Is a pervert