WOMEN- Eduard Dantes

Foreign, native and exquisite delicacies,

Attractive, alluring, beauty with no formalities.

A gift,

A curse,

You can’t live with them, but you can’t live without them.

Powerful and life giving

Delicate, enduring and sensitive

They seem tormented souls

How, therefore, can you deny

When in your bed she wants to lie.


Deceitful, spiteful, they can destroy your life,

Holding, controlling, they’ll have your soul in strife,

Possessive, aggressive, they jealously covet you as a prize.

Determined, intuitive, ruefully they control your every move

Until the time you lose your groove.


A do, a die, I cannot lie

I’ll be mystified until the day I die.

I can’t wrench my eyes from her sumptuous surprise,

I know she leads me to my demise

But I cannot help it, she keeps me in line.

She has me confined with special delights, has me thinking I’m sublime,

Yet I seem subliminal to the fact

That she has me in a diminutive state.






Women seem sublime yet indignant,

Uncontrollable yet easily manipulated.

Impoverished are we men,

When will we learn?

That in life and death we have no say

For women hold our destiny, so we have to pay.


his name rhymes with ‘mince’. He’s rarely without a notebook and can usually be found next to the closest bottle of red wine. Previously a writer for The Roehampton Lane Journal.

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