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The Sexual Harrassment Lady, Part II

...He attitude was amusing to me
so I just laid back and watched he dress,
she seemed so damn angry with herself
over a night of athletic sex,
never have I seen a person so vexed.
She just stormed angrily out of the room,
so I just shrugged and said,”I’ll see you soon!”

I went about my life, working my job,
the next Saturday I got a message,
she was coming over, a booty call,
‘just sex, without all of the baggage,’
she arrived and displayed ample cleavage,
she mumbled something about a bad date,
said,”You make love well, despite all your hate.”

After that night her visits would become
a much more practiced and regular thing,
first one night a week, then two, three, or four,
all the while she just kept insisting,
she was a ‘traitor’ for not ‘resisting,’
One night I took her wearing a red cap,
I knew she was mine, there was no going back.

One night she stayed up long after we
had both achieved a relaxing release,
she started out into a rainy, night sky
said,”I no longer now what to believe,
I do not understand what’s wrong with me,
I’ve gone out with such understanding men,
and yet I com back here, again and again.”

I embraced her and talked to her slowly,
“Maybe there’s something in me you desire.
You want to keep the workplace on the up and up,
that’s not a bad goal for which to aspire,
but that doesn’t mean you feel no fire.
Somehow you seem to think in your mind
that due to your job you have to hate guys.”

Said said,”No, I was raised to be feminist,
and those are the beliefs I observe!”
I shrugged,”Yes, but did you bother to ask
if your beliefs work with your nature?
I know you might just call me a ‘hater,’
but do you really think how we evolved
will play no role in our love-live at all?”

She stiffened as I explain my thoughts,
“We’re not blank slates just to be programmed,
there are things intrinsic to you as woman,
just like there’s thing written into each man,
this has been known since before time began.
do you think then that it might make sense
that our skills offset, that we compliment?”

She said,”That’s just old, outdated talk,
male and female are social constructs.”
I pressed my hips against her and said,
“If you really believe that then good luck.”
She grumbled loudly and quickly got up,
muttering,”The last time that I come here…”
I said sleepily,”Until next time, my dear...”


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