Girls

Young women are truth inspired
Beautiful! To be desired
They primp and preen
Love to have their beauty seen.

They feign that they are most reserved
No coy moment left un-served
Just like feathers in the air
Going away - yet always there.

She makes her move when she feels sure
That he has felt the primal lure
That he will answer her mating call
Provide her with the means to fall.

When the love had found its mark
She may feel something apart
May sense that love was meant for more
Than passion in its primal roar.

Sex is pleasure in excess
A toy for joy to vent its will
But as it is used it becomes confused
If love is not the primary fuse.

The young woman knows the balance point
She has the center in her sight
Wants to reach the highest note
Knows that love is sex's point.
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