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Woman oh, woman why fore art thou how can your mystery be solved? why do I believe that you are just to be desired and your words only entice how can I not peer at your cleavage and believe it an invite how do I not salivate over your angles and succumb to an appetite why do I turn your gaze into a wick fueling me to ignite how can even your cordial laughs and casual touches become an added attribute that incites why do I sexualize your every nuance seeing you for far less than your insight why do I fantasize less of sunlight in your presence dreaming more of midnights why does my male ego and its exploits believe your advancements a personal plight and indict woman oh woman how doth my quandary or am I just left to evolve?