Sex As A Weapon

Hips, thighs, breasts, bum
Lips, eyes, hands, waist
Tongue, legs, heart
Our goddess given talents

We wear our tight fitters to attract
These men, eating out the palms of our hands
They can hear the lust in our voices
They want to have us

They always want what someone else has
What they can't have
Do anything to get it
If they do, we got em whipped

Some men are like play-do
So soft....but some girls like that
But then complain in the end
Walking on eggshells hence not to sadden

Some men are hard as stone
But limp in the bed
Either way, we have to do most of the pleasing
And get nothing in return

But then, you fin some men who are a little of both
The perfect balance between soft n hard
Then, thou art happy
But dim are they

We use our tools to entice
We utilize out many assets to lure and seduce
Thus is the never ending chain
Sex as a weapon indeed.

Reviews

[Airila]

LOL

[WriterSki7]

Men don't cheat becasue women use sex as a weapon. They cheat becaues of their own goddamn desire. Many want what they don't have . . . No doubt some men JUSTIFY their actions by saying 'women use sex as a weapon, but it's still wrong. Nothing changes that, you know.

Happiness and sex are two different things. Having one doesn't give you the other.

[Airila]

LMAO...thanks a bunch

[Alessander]

I like the beginning because it uses very specific imagery. I would like to see more of it scattered throughout the poem.

I also would like you to develop the dichotomy of the soft/hard men, but I can see how you wouldn't want to drag it out too

And men know women use sex as a weapon, btw that's why they cheat, just ask Tiger Woods lol