a poem for the swingers, a poem for the playgirls of the universe

I like women who haven’t lived with too many men or
who haven’t had too many one night stands.
I don’t expect a virgin but I simply prefer a woman
who hasn’t been rubbed   dry by experience.

there is a quality about women who have chosen
men sparingly;
it appears in their walk
in their eyes
in their laughter and in their

women who have had many men
seem to chose each next
out of vengeance rather than

when one plays the field one works against
all purposes:
one can’t create love or
you’re finally left with the same
you have given:

some human beings are delicate things
some human beings are delicious and wondrous

if you want to piss on the sun
go ahead
but leave   them