Sweet parts

The women with sweet parts come down the hill.
And the only danger for a man is loss.
But even with that, more comes and comes like the seeds within the bright holly berries to the side.
Always provided to the knowing dummy.
Two candle lanterns enmeshed with chain-link fence.
Nature knows nothing of love.
And the cymbal crash of a crow’s feet on a street lamp reflector starts another path down.