Now it's time
she dons her rouge
tints her hair
dresses in trim
creates a mystique to allure a 'him'...
She is fertile
ready for seed
she does what she must
to let nature succeed
and please please
please please
p.l.e.a.s.e. let her select carefully!
~*~
She flaunts her wares
of fertility
adorned in metallics
of various sheens
with precious gems
and fragrance fair
Yet underneath
it's wild desire
sending signals
flaming the fires
it's been like this
from the dawn of the sea
and it's beckoning, beckoning
beckoning beckoning
b.e.c.k.o.n.i.n.g. a ‘him’ to come to she!
~*~
She knows quite well
what she needs
what her feelings crave
what her passions must find
so she ventures forth
in the day and the night
she cannot help it
no matter how hard she tries
and it’s clouding, clouding, clouding,
clouding, clouding, clouding
c.l.o.u.d.i.n.g. her mind!
~*~
"Now that she has you
and the ceremony's done
remove your attire
now that you're one!
Partake of her!
Fulfill your desires!
Take her to the heavens
then take her higher
higher higher higher
higher higher higher
take her h.i.g.h.e.r.!
~here~
~you~
~now~
~she~
and her irresistable, full-blooming
f.e.r.t.i.l.i.t.y.!
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