Casanova

Showering his transitory love
On anyone,
Who catches his fancy,
For a while.

Methodical enough,
To divide a whole into
A pair of Lips,
Whose touch captivates him.

Another whole into
A pair of Eyes,
Which enchants him.

Another whole into
Brains,
Whose intellect baffles him.

Another whole into
36-24-36,
He cannot get enough of IT!

Another whole into
A pair of globes,
Those tempting lumps
Drive him wild!

Very innocently
He says,
My body belongs
To anyone,
Who has nothing to offer,
Except good looks.
My heart to you and only you.
And my soul to someone else!
A cherished one!
Yet he declares
The presence of great harmony
In his life.

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