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I will tell you deep dark secrets
That only men share
In private conversations
Where no flower is allowed
To bloom

A woman can be like a video game
Rejuvenating
Makes us feel like boys again
Yet we sweat and toil 
Huff and puff
A man’s work 
Dedicated to scoring points
Until we hear her 
Piercing 
Wailing
Bell

A woman can be like a  lawnmower
Fill her up 
With the sweetest oil
Grasp that fragrant hair
Tightly in hand
Pull her forward
In a rough yet tender way
Until a lingering kiss 
Ignites her motor
Rewards us with
Those powerful 
Tremors
And
Vibrations
Lets us know
“Job well done.”

A woman can be like a roller coaster
Ride her up
Then 
Ride her down
Wild excitement 
And
Abject fear
The perverse delight in
Wondering if we will 
Survive
The  perilous journey 
Or be
Thrown 
From the track
Destroyed

And my woman
My love 
Who 
Washes me  in her
Most private
Perfume sins
Who
Whispers obscene 
Confessions
In harsh gasps
Hot breath bullets 
That shatter my brain
Who 
Is a living contradiction
Both
Tyrant 
and
Socialist 
Bringing obedient 
Albeit
Willing
Slaves
To share our love
Primal desires unleashed
In communal ways
That would  have made 
Karl Marx 
Renounce his creed

My woman can be like a fountain
A watery refuge from 
The steamy oppressive night
Hit the right switch
And she’s a squirting delight
Close your eyes
Listen
And you can almost hear
Dancing music 
Synchronized to 
The contractions and expansions 
Of her gushing love
Resuscitates your 
Weary body
Heals your tormented soul
Bathes you in the 
Spring 
Of 
All that is good
All that has any meaning 
In this
Life

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