I like it when you strip before me

proud in your feminine superiority

to the masculine hunger for action

that wrecks every cosmic plan of concord


the starry dynamic that sets your beauty

above all God-fashioned things

desire power and sweet merging

above all things to which the human aspires


but alas old dogs or exhausted lions of the season

soon lay down done with their hunt

lust a slow simmering a low hum of agitation

that's sweet to bear when nothing any longer is at stake


still I like it when you strip before me

even if it's only a reminder of the prime that is long gone...



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