Men’s naked eyes scrutinize women’s sculpted bodies,

seeing prismatic colors of souls, a spectrum of dazzling

hues from fiery red to indigo blue.

Females have always lured men with Siren singing,

awakening unbridled lust thrust upon them like a herd

of stampeding buffalo planting pelvis to pelvis.

When early man sensed mating with a female was less lonely

than playing with himself it was the beginning of dating on

the loneliest night of the week.

No one wants to be alone, but what can men do about women

who both desire and resent the fury of the cocks.

In the aura of love we are all Kings and Queens with beautiful

bones, adoring eyes and a sacred crotch, the elixir of immortality.