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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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