Inspiration: Pinup girls While Watching NY
ink with Emmett
Women these
days are over portrayed
By the
disgusting abominations we call stars
Looking up
to the lowest seems wrong
Even
oxymoronic, confusing to me
Women of
the world...
Wake up,
but don’t open your eyes
Don’t let
your most pure portal of inner beauty
Be
tarnished by the pollution of plastic role models
You’re not
fake, leave the dollhouse
Smash it
with your dainty feet
Think about
the past
Sixty years
ago
Role models
of beauty existed.
Women with
nothing to hide
Pinup girls
never hide anything
It is in
their very nature...
Wait, I
have an idea, I’ll discuss what a real man finds beautiful
What you
should think is precious, what is woman.
Gaze off
wistfully, your rosy breeze of a hand, resting under your chin
Let your
hair be windy, and fall into place.
Let your
lips touch perfection; don’t help them along toward it.
Bring your sandals closer to your body, invite
me to wonder
What you
hide under your pinstriped shorts, under your striped strip
The
separation from the world and your perfect bosoms
Unchanged
from how your mind’s will
I don’t
want to be cliché, but what women are in recent times has grown to be just
that.
Without
violating the sanctity of your body,
I know
what’s beneath, a woman who doesn’t give a damn
Whether you
are so called “beautiful”
I hate to
use that word; it’s been trampled and prostituted out;
Sold to the
highest bidder for them to bed
And they
overwork that delicate concept
So the word
has grown tired, and is sick and tired of being effective.
I’ve gone
off track, to continue...
That woman
doesn’t give a damn
Beause
underneath she knows that she’s worth it
She’s
sensational, her breath and voice
Sends
shivers down my spine
Her
presence is ecstasy and there is no suggested dose
She’s my
muse and my drug, and I very well may be addicted.
The pinup
girl was created to be lusted after
No wait,
that word makes me sick by association
She existed
to be appreciated
For being
naked, no secrets
Lovely
since birth.
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