In nature the male of the species often relies on beauty, strength or some other sign or genetic quality to attract a female. Commonly, the male is more colorful and ornamentally gifted than the female. While the man has to prove himself the female is desired by the sheer fact that she is female.
For humans only half of this equation is true. Women are desired by men. Their isn’t a female body type which a substantial group of men won’t find beautiful or attractive. Slim, bony, pear shaped, busty, chubby, big hipped, small hipped, all torso, no torso, lanky or short all have male fan clubs. Men on the other hand are seldom considered to be handsome or sexually attractive, and the sexually alluring body types are far more limited.
More often than not a movie containing male nudity is a comedy. The mere act of a man bending over or exposing his genitals is often met with a sound of disgust. Yet, it is extremely rare that a women exposing herself is met with disgust, displeasure or laughter.
Men world wide spend billions of dollars for the opportunity to have sex with women with a wide assortment of body types. The amount of money spent by women to have sex with men is paltry at best. Yet despite this obvious disparity we men will continue to flex, preen and cavort about like prized stallions at a stud auction.
lyrics
Preening Like A Peacock 6/7/06
Preening like a peacock hormones out of control
Preening like a peacock putting on the show
Women find beauty in natural things
Sunrise/sunset, seashores and gems
Women see beauty in many things
Flowers, colors, in fashion and rings
She sees beauty everywhere, preening like a peacock
Why is she looking way over there, preening like a peacock
A woman feels beauty in every touch
In satin, silks and in a baby’s flesh
A woman smells beauty in every sniff
In perfumes, herbs and floral scents
Spending hours smelling roses or buying a new top
A man sees beauty in the girl of his dreams
His temptress, his partner, his goddess his queen
A man finds beauty in a woman’s form
A breast, a thigh, a hip bone exposed
She is the goal of art
She is his anchor and spark
She gives the milk of life
Without her he shrivels and dies
A man feels beauty in the passion of curves
Flowing from buttock to the small of the back
A man feels completion with a woman in tow
She’s his altar, his Eden, his castle and throne
While I preen my feathers I feel oh so hot
Every time I feel I’m pretty I hear the bubble pop
Nothing pleases like a maiden in heat
Itching for pleasure from her head to her feet
Yet lust fades as quick as it comes
From an 8 course banquet to a stick of gum
In a woman’s world of beauty men don’t make the cut
A few handsome faces maybe and the occasional butt
But we’ll never really get it, we’ll continue to strut
We’ll shake our tail feathers thinking we’re too much (we’ll strut our stuff)
credits
from Priorities,
released January 14, 2017
Drums Lucio Guido
Vocals Jim Guido
Bass Synth Jim Guido
Synth Jim Guido
Guitars Jim Guido
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