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Sonnet: Women Defiled

My eyes retrace the contour of a dame:
‘My God, ’ “How beautiful the Eve You made! ”
I stop in wonder whence the beauty came;
I know not how to swim but only wade.

My mind then paints the colors of her flesh
That lies concealed by modest attire;
‘If only she be nude, ’ is my mind’s wish!
If I could play the lute and the lyre!

Her face alone is visible to me;
My sense of appreciation fills my heart;
But what about the damsels on TVs!
Revealing dresses play a major part.

Why is the human female exposed thus?
The pornography’s sins are eating us!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-19-2006

poem by John Celes
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