My Affinity For Them

You see, apart from well brewed coffee, And soothing rhumba spiced with jazz, I love women, no l ladies, yes lasses, They are like whimsical poetry. Women are well endowed beings, Beings with soothing lovely voices, Beings that walk around with precious gourds, And a backyard full of soft-to-touch orchards. Imagine of a world devoid of ladies, It could be a boring one indeed, Gloominess would loom everywhere, With deep, hoarse and irritating voices. If loving them is a sin, I am already a sinner, If defending them is a crime, I better rot in jail, No obligation amounts to having 'hot' damsels, And no purgement can outsmart a pulchritude with sturdy cones. A certain religious leader always condemns my habit, He says I will not make it to heaven with my coveting, Too sad, I have a tattoo on my right deltoid, And the Holy book says we will not enter Jerusalem!