neanderthal lust
=] mused by OldPoetMK =]
*feel free to substitute her/them/those for ‘his’
** it’s my cultural/sexual blind-spot.
A sex object suddenly comes into focus
we’re all prisoners of that old neanderthal lust
it’s tucked behind the lizard-brain rust
in ready reach, just wipe off the dust
Is it his shape, his walk, his fust
that makes your loins feel about to combust
get out you smooth, and win his trust
prepare your prey, however you must
to accept your dandy, randy and desperate thrusts
.
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A song for this:
The Men of Your Dreams by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
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