In most of us the sex beast lies dormant,
Hibernating our life away,
Made to live in man made caves
As its deep breath spreads the germ of hysteria
To the darkest of our shadows.
Though dangerous,
I desire nothing more than to grab the beast
By the scruff of its collar
And set it purring like a jungle cat in heat,
To caress the scales of the dragon
That breathes fire into the flesh
We all hide from the sun.
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