[ CC ] The Byronic Man

   
It just so happen'd by tender age five    
fingertips uncover'd growing passion    
finding more of himself to be alive;    
     
ladies' undergarments were now in fashion    
causing childhood'd wonderments to thrive    
( thoughts only adults tend to imagine )    
     
Catalogue'd, art tastefully flashbulb'd bright    
Seeing was believing, deceiving mind    
into notions that women creature'd night    
     
casting spells upon men become resigned    
to capture beauty with slavish delight    
---fondling every curve front, side, behind ...    
     
perhaps with pencil n paper likewise    
     
Many years after, slow to realize    
bust'led lace'd figures were but a diguise;    
     
for in each boy there shys a girl who lies    
awake until the late hours under skies    
starry, wishing to be stilled art, fully    
admired    
     
Ironic, thinks the Man, Byronic    
     
He shuts his eyes, tired    
     
     
     
Awake, hers open    
     
She sighs