Poems About Women by New Members

There’s a mystique when a cowboy dons a suit,
A charisma so innate, it leaves me in pursuit—
Not of him, not lust’s unyielding snare,
But of the force that makes people stop and stare.

Like the wind, stirring dreams in those who dare.

He strides in, six-foot-two, with the gift of gab,
Words spinning webs, conversations like firelight.
How intoxicating to witness such command—
A lion prowling, hunger veiled in charm.

Alpha? Never declared, simply is.
Confidence unspoken, a grin that disarms.
No seams tailored, yet...

There’s a mystique when a cowboy dons a suit,
A charisma so innate, it leaves me in pursuit—
Not of him, not lust’s unyielding snare,
But of the force that makes people stop and stare.

Like the wind, stirring dreams in those who dare.

He strides in, six-foot-two, with the gift of gab,
Words spinning webs, conversations like firelight.
How intoxicating to witness such command—
A lion prowling, hunger veiled in charm.

Alpha? Never declared, simply is.
Confidence unspoken, a grin that disarms.
No seams tailored, yet...

There’s a mystique when a cowboy dons a suit,
A charisma so innate, it leaves me in pursuit—
Not of him, not lust’s unyielding snare,
But of the force that makes people stop and stare.

Like the wind, stirring dreams in those who dare.

He strides in, six-foot-two, with the gift of gab,
Words spinning webs, conversations like firelight.
How intoxicating to witness such command—
A lion prowling, hunger veiled in charm.

Alpha? Never declared, simply is.
Confidence unspoken, a grin that disarms.
No seams tailored, yet...

There’s a mystique when a cowboy dons a suit,
A charisma so innate, it leaves me in pursuit—
Not of him, not lust’s unyielding snare,
But of the force that makes people stop and stare.

Like the wind, stirring dreams in those who dare.

He strides in, six-foot-two, with the gift of gab,
Words spinning webs, conversations like firelight.
How intoxicating to witness such command—
A lion prowling, hunger veiled in charm.

Alpha? Never declared, simply is.
Confidence unspoken, a grin that disarms.
No seams tailored, yet...