Men undress my woman
They do it with their eyes
I've seen stares unbutton her blouse
Straps slide from her shoulders
I've seen her shiver
When cold invading eyes
Toy with lines of underwear
Sweep swirls of silken hair
Away from Heaven's gate
I've seen the casual glance
Begin in innocence
Then switch to probe, dispensed
With neanderthalic glee
Men stretch threads of decency
Until every seam feels flawed
Until the pupils pseudo-claw
Has removed her finery
Clothing that accentuates
The class my woman wears
Comes off only with permission
Not with feral stare
When I chance to intervene
It's with my own aggressive glare
That challenges the substance of
The language all men share
c) C. Butler 1997
