IN PRAISE OF WOMEN
Women. The most beautiful creatures on this marvelous globe. We’re lucky they put up with us men sometimes, what with all the crap we put them through. We tell them they’re fat, too short, too emotional....too beautiful for the likes of us. They deserve all the worship we can bestow on them for one reason alone, and that my friends is that they are absolutely divine !
They walk into our drab, boring lives and inject them with a vitality and grace we can only aspire to. They act silly, laugh at our embarrassments, and push the envelope of what’s socially acceptable. Whether dressed in lace or coveralls, they have a power over us that we can’t explain. It is as if they are on the inside track of secret knowledge and we’re trailing several lengths behind.
A woman doesn’t have to try to look beautiful; they already are. In the early light of dawn they lie under the covers of their bed, hunkered down in sleep, their faces radiant as only a woman can be. Waking, they stretch like cats, long and languid movements a study in elegance...before they stumble into the bathroom.
There is nothing like having a woman lean into you as you watch a movie or embrace. You sink into the powdered and perfumed softness and are reborn into something better than you were mere moments before. Born with eyes that can wither your soul or heal the most hardened heart, they are the perfect life-form sent from the stars to shine their glorious light upon our lives. Give them anything they want, for they deserve only the best we can give and no less.
In the act of making love, the face of our goddess transforms into something so beautiful and magnificent it’s a wonder that gazing upon it does not blind us. We nuzzle the base of her neck, the fragrance rich and heady as if she were composed of flowers.
We men, we mere mortals are blessed to have them in our lives and our beds. They have wild hearts that cannot be tamed, nor would it be wise to try.
More intoxicating than any drug, sweeter than nectar, we flock to them as bees to honey. How like angels they are, but far more challenging and interesting. To converse with a woman, to be her friend, is a privilege beyond price. You can sleep with a woman for a hundred years, but you will never know her until you come to know her as a sister.
How incredibly frail they seem, yet are stronger than you know. Their heart contains as many secrets as the ocean, and is as deep. Radiant creatures, shaped by the Goddess own hands they manifest divinity in our paltry corporeal existence. I am proud to worship at their altar, a humble acolyte asking for a boon.
I love you all.
“All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight. I wish that I could know them one by one.” - Gordon Lightfoot
