You Are Not Cute

You Are Not Cute Are you cute Dare anyone should say To label you so frilly sweetly And make of you more akin To a Disney Panda of a Tinkerbell fairy Cute Does not belong between your breasts Nor define the shape of your neck Neither does it strip in the tousles of your hair Or lay bare against your thigh At midnight It cannot trace the lines of sweat As panting soft throws back your head Or ride to the subtle whip of your eyes No, it cannot define the soft bitten lip Or echo those moans that leave you wet Dripping in the hunger for my woman Cute Is not predisposed to handle such feminine wiles That turn my head and heart to mush and mess When raw and naked lust sources my fingertips And I am lost in shuddering trembling curves When I am drinking in everything feminine As your body arches Nor can it hold you in a moment And simply etch your beauty through my blood With the sway of your hips as you walk Or play with that sweet tongue sexual As we talk Neither can it flutter on your eyelids Or even perchance linger on a wisp caught at the corner of your mouth It will never hold me in the throws of loves worship When your form describes a female so perfect From the tip of your nose to the end of your toes As you thrill and seduce A stripper still clothed Boiling in my cauldron of want Cute No my love, you are not cute How could a ravishing radiant vision of womanhood Be ever defined As such