When hormones rule.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Man was just
the vehicle in which the hormones drove to creation leaving a scent of love and copious amounts of lust to dine on. Women were the recipients, the culinary delights, another vehicle which man crashed into or visa versa under hormonal control. Sometimes they - man and women never survived the crash, the union was never by accident as hormones ruled. We only get old when the hormones leave us as rusty old empty stripped car wrecks with the engine missing and the tyres gone. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on June 6, 2021 Last Updated on June 6, 2021 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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