My Ode to the Beauty that is Woman

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How I long to bow before your temple
with its two spires so firm and tall
topped off at each crown nipples
attest to the sanctity of life and love


I have been to the heights of ecstasy
the alpha and the omega of joy
to have beheld the female form
and worshipped at its altar


The juncture of birth, death, life,
Ultimate pleasure and all things sacred
At once both an entrance and an exit
A glorious paradox into which we long to return


The thrill of that soft, warm, flowing skin against my own:
a willing disciple am I...


J.S.B.
10-28-01
(Revision: 09-02-02)

I cannot conceive of a world that does not have women in it. When a woman walks it seems to me that the way her body moves, all the gracious curves flow through her and it seems quite like she is not touching the ground at all. Anyone who knows me knows I love women. I love all women, there is beauty in the female form no matter the size or shape. I am mesmerized by the simple, yet elegant form that is the human female. She is at once the beginning and end of all human life. The passionate lover, the fierce protector of her brood, the moody girl, the bitch who does not forsake her convictions.

There are those who condemn women for posing nude, for "compromising" their bodies for money through prostitution, there are those who cannot admire them for their beauty and style. To make anything concerning the beauty of a woman immoral is a greater sin than sin itself. I shall not seek to profane the sanctity of a woman by any means known to man.

A woman should be exalted; men should give her every courtesy. A woman is at once a treasure to be guarded and a lone wolf to be set free. A delicate flower to be carefully cultivated, and a fierce tigress to be feared. A woman who knows her own passions are deep and burning fires, knows what she needs to quench them, to release them, to feel them explode through her body. A fitting companion and partner to man, yet worthy of his love, his touch, and his protection. A woman is a rare and captivating entity, I have great love and envy of them. They are a greater paradox than all the males in the universe put together. I am enchanted by their seductive spell. If this be a dream, I never wish to awaken.

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