Want
He,
Neanderthal,
grunts
at His prey, His claim solidified.
Lack of challenge approaches
Him,
blood pumps no different,
He feels pure
lust. Too easy, no
hunt,
women gather eager.
Woman’s desire
Constructs
many expectations.
Women want
love. He wants
sex.
Mate for life, women say.
He roams free.
He does. He
needs
simple fulfillment. He is
me.
Feel an urge, satisfy it.
No one understands
Him,
for if He is me
is she,
she is expected
to expect. To want
for more.
He does not. She does
not.
I do not.
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