The joy of beauty is innate to us, Since we attend the march of woeful life.
We need the balance of finer things to mend
The imbalance of life we know too well,
The grimness of our age will get us down,
Because we have no way to mend our souls.
We came through life by cultivating love
Of Beauty manifest throughout our lives.
This is our joy in the illusive sight
Of beauty, giving our eyes sight on God.

The beauty of all those female bodies
Attach the souls of men to the female
Need for security and lasting love.
We were made to live together as two,
A Woman's beauty and grace lures the man
To wanting her and learning to need her.
The beauty of women surpasses all things
In this brief world of our too lonely lives.
I have my own memories of those sights
Of lovley woman's body made for love.

I fondly remember the many times
I have enjoyed the feminine figure.
I remember the Playboy centerfold,
I remember the girls in bikinis.
I went to the Valley of Dolls upstate,
There were nude girls dancing all 'bout that place,
I thought I died and gone to heaven.
I did not ever want to leave that place,
I had to leave because I spent my cash.
This is one of the few places that
I was ever driven to drink a beer.
There was a spot on the way to Ranger games.
It was a special place called Baby Dolls,
It was s plsced filled to the brim with girls,
Who danced beautifully with not much clothes
On their beautifull bodies, delighted
I was with the beauty of feminine form.