A Seasoned Driver

For all those seasons yours are bolder still,
Man wants the woman strong and ardent most,
If men do think more suddenly and boast
When sweet are women due to greater skill.
In each strong age, the person must fulfill
His lust and gender like the one foremost,
His danger brought a night near the seacoast,
Like water drunk as potions, much freewill.

We drive a car to seize the road of bliss,
Men drive so better and so brill, able,
The female driver carries teeth of stone;
Much death results from what they kiss and miss,
We’ll deaden that manoeuver like a circle
To understand the male who drives alone.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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