Naked Gun

A mind held captive with intense desire
And a naked gun
Cocked to please,
An old rivalry,
Ancient jealousies,
A duel to the death,
Everything for a woman’s breath.

There’s simply not enough insanity
To truly honor a goddess properly,
Three thousand years of poetry
And the understanding of the allure of the female
Has only been alluded to.

Delirium caused by dark eyes,
Intoxication by bare shoulders,
Tears and trembling
For the slightest hint of cleavage,
Fortunately, there is no escape
From the feminine.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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