My heart beats to the rhythm of a man’s heart
Swaying to the flow of a man’s veins
Dancing to the stick the man possesses
Clattering sound of high cheekbones murmuring in my eardrums
My soul desires the warm of masculinity entwined with femininity
Staring into a man’s eyes I see roots beyond reachable grip
A loss wireless connection
Like a predator the man craves for his sexual desires until satisfied
The throbbing sensations of a man’s stick yearning to deflate the flower I own
The palm of a man’s hand displaying works of art, history and geography
The man still struggles with psychology and sociology
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