I swear to you girl, no one
"likes it rough." That's game
without a flame, no candle
never get enough
For you and me and wilder
beings than we, or you,
or I
just
can't tell a single wilder thing
than gentleness
all gone awry
So if you bite, you strike,
I beat a path away, and ne'er
return. I will not have
you
chasing me. O when oh
woman will you
learn.
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