Delicate Sex

To be the object of his full attention
His affection as if time stands still
And she blind to the blessings
And privilege he has bestowed
Upon her a mere female women
The delicate sex – fragile and witless
Her strength he is convinced he holds
In the palms of his hands
He is fixated by the power
Of her smile
…the sway of her hips
Aware he will never truly own
This bewitching creature
As she walks away
Turning back to capture
His gaze adoration or repulsion
The question lands between
The unspoken and the legislated
The truth is told by the law of his land
She is a valued property obsession
Always less than standing obediently
Upon a pedestal glass case museum quality
Preservation or use for another day another time

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