It’s the creature

in the depths

of her hypothalamus

who decides

 

That ruthless itch

respects no rules of law,

sermons, finger shaking,

head wagging,

differences between

hot and cold

 

A woman will forever crave

the man she wants

and always torture

a man she doesn’t

 

Her imp will let you know

if it’s you

her lust is for

 

 

 

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