The masculine gender
leaves females befuddled,
male thought processes
are invariably muddled.

Everything viewed
in black and

Your touch is like fire,
Your kiss is like toxic waste.
Everything that you touch dissolves into space.

Ripping, twisting,

Older men with an air of defiance,

Come to the end of their world,

To see a power nor recognize,

Bloom instantly in control.

A pale face framed
in tar-black fur,
a contrast
that first startled
and then allured.
Severe blue eyes widened
to take in their

Raglenasty

This is evolution for you

Guys drinking from the bottle

Dropping doors in your face

Eating everything but

what's