of endings

These beastial women

run

on deserted highways

of the heart.



They hunt with tongue

and womb,

Subdue their mate's

passions.



The quickest night

to them is worth

more than a day of work

or a year's hardest of trying.



These beastial women sow the sun

and reap the fire

of others' hearts.


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