Best of the worst Can men write women?

“Her breasts like exotic fruit, her welcoming thighs of smoothest, softest silk...” Holy Spy (John Shakespeare 6), Rory Clements, 2015

“Her butt dipping and spinning, two big round muscles like the rumps of mountain sheep.” Shaman, Kim Stanley Robinson, 2013

“When she’d stopped crying, Madeleine composed herself before the mirror. Her skin looked blotchy. Her breasts, of which she was normally proud, had withdrawn into themselves, as if depressed.” The Marriage Plot, Jeffrey Eugenides, 2011

“...full breasts that visibly strained at the breastbone like two puppies pulling on their leashes in slightly diverging directions.” The Married Man, Edmund White, 2000