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 

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 gentleness.

Women who have had many men

seem to choose each next

out of vengeance rather than 

feeling.

When one plays the field, one works against 

all purposes:

one can't create love or 

art.

You're finally left with the same 

commodity

you have given:

nothing. 

Some human beings are delicate things,

some human beings are delicious and wondrous 

things.

If you want to piss on the sun,

go ahead

but leave them

alone.

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This is lovely.

I don't know where my friend got this; he said he stumbled it.

"If you want to piss on the sun, 

go ahead

but leave them 

alone."