Pink is the colour, so mild and dewed
Attracts his eyes and keeps him glued.
Earrings that dangle and dance with ringlets
Pearls and diamonds and shiny trinkets.
The wave in pace and sway of hands
The idea of women’s wear, styles, and brands.
The red flush lips and mascara eyes
For a man, he knows is nothing but lies.
Mussels and sweat just turn him on
Crushing his desires are way back gone.
Suppressing his voice of Chick, not Bill.
Though playing Bill is against his will.
© Annadine Charles.