Lust

Women always expected more from men, After all these years hunting with swords not spears, But could we that depends, Before a certain point in time men just survived, Rarely reproduçing and cutting ties, Family wasn't a thing, Trust no one or risk dying, Gaining wings, Old paintings of men at the hunt, Couldn't understand why we were always on the run, But then women got involved children too, That problem was solved, A man decided to care for his race, They were human before textures had a place, But it was a craving and desire, Nothing natural happened even originally from attire, In safety the pride of women and children grew immense, Soon men were growing without scared tendency, So tense, In this place we found people who fought to control, Instead of a place always on a roll, In this new place women gained the greatest show of face, But it's when they do not remain modest and humble, Considering our origin, Sexually lace, So when they decide to be a nun, It's really all we wanted seen done, Not the religion taking place, Just no attraction to them, And they can join the race.