She helps me take off my coat and hat- <br />I know my sensuous woman’s where it’s at- <br /> <br />To look into her hard brown eyes, <br />You know she’s young, but worldly wise <br />And those things she whispers in your ear <br />Are little more than lies... <br /> <br />You know it’s an act, but somehow you don’t care, <br />You’ve got a warm sensuous woman lying there... <br /> <br />Then, when you’re coming back from Heaven, <br />You turn to where she lies <br />And see that hard, sensuous woman <br />Lying there with tears in her eyes... <br /> <br />Then you realize they’re tears of remorse <br />For what is called a sin <br />And that they’re tears of regret <br />For what it might have been...<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-3-sensuous-woman-it-s-not-love-but-it-s-not-bad/
