It’s difficult to describe. Having an attractive woman around is like having a precious object in the room, or like your favourite food, or a work of art. An attractive woman is pleasing to me; I like to look at her and usually would like to touch her providing it would be agreeable to her.
I think my brother put it best when he composed the following poem:
Women come in shapes and sizes,
In their pants they hold surprises,
In their tops they keep their tits,
How I love those women’s bits.
they are so bouncy
heck, even the little ones
heavenly jiggle
I asked if he wanted to contribute to this discussion as his writing skills far exceed mine- but he said this was sufficient.
As indeed it is.
Regards,
Shodan
afterglow nestling
she is dozing and feels right
arm numb, I must pee
all girls ever born
sleep on your arm if they can
that’s why I love them
I don’t know why they’re so special. But I know.
Scent of a Woman. It’s not just a movie.
Also, I have to say that the sounds they make while we’re doin’ the mattress dance also … that “oooh! ahhh! yes!” squeal–makes me hot just thinking about it.
And holding a woman’s hips from the back as you slowly kiss her neck–the soft… the sweet… the perfect.
Cold shower time! Thanks a lot!
I like women too; besides being friends, I like the way women look, I enjoy the sight of a beautiful woman, and I find a lot of women beautiful. I might not have any particular interest in going there, but I can still find a woman hot.
Also: boobs. Boobs are great. My friends have very nice ones. And they let me put my head on them. 
Pretty much what Shagnasty said. I’m just wired that way, and there’s never been any sort of doubt or ambiguity about it for me. I have no regard for men in a sexual sense whatsoever. They just don’t show up on my radar.
Seems there are some fringe benefits to this “gay lifestyle” I keep hearing about. Where do I sign up?
Nothing. A virtual woman is just as good or better in many of the above mentioned examples.
Chick here.
I can relate to almost everything you’re saying - women really are all that - but I still like to shag men, even though they are often so much more hairy and smelly and bumpy and crass, and not as good conversationalists. I love them in spite of it - rather, BECAUSE of it, because that’s what makes them who they are.
So there must be more to it than “women are all that.”
Just had to add that I love this thread. 
The whole is more than the sum of the parts (or is it the hole…).
The smell of her hair and the way it feels on your chest when she rests her head on you. Those eyes that convey so much: “I love you,” “I want you,” “I need you now”. The softness of her skin, both when you touch her and when she touches you. The way she tastes when you kiss her neck right under her ear. The smooth curves that you just want to keep running your hands and tongue over. Lips slightly parted as a soft moan escapes. The glisten of a bead of sweat slowly wandering between her breasts. The soft fuzz of hair below her navel on a trail that leads down to that most sacred and secret of places. The mysterious folds that part like a rare jungle flower, delicate and moist, the perfume intoxicating and seductive. The warmth when she allows you in, permitting you entry into her and letting you become temporarily one with her. The feel of her body thrusting to meet yours, her nails scraping across your back as she tries to pull you in deeper, faster. The sounds she makes on panted breaths. The final arching of her back as pleasure courses through her, the contractions squeezing you, holding you in as if she refuses to ever let you out again.
God, I need a cold shower now.
Besides the physical attributes (whew), the women I’ve always been attracted to had a charm, wit and intelligence that I’ve never seen in a man. They have an ability to nurture and comfort yet can turn around and cut you off at the knees.
Men, on the other hand, are big, lumpy, hairy smelly and revolting.
Seconded. Didn’t want you to feel alone in this … more men are into feet at a sub-fetish level than is commonly assumed.
Elton John’s Since God Invented Girls sums it up nicely
The mother of invention, made it good for me
Tighter in the rear
Longer in the seam
Kicked out yards of leather
Wrapped around her waist
Trimmed it to perfection
And left a little space
And later on…
Higher on the heel, paler than pure cream
Leaner on the sidewalk
Cutting through the steam
After claws and feathers
He took skin and bone
Shaped it like an hourglass
And made the angels moan