To Women

We're supposed to want them
We're supposed to want them panting, cumming
We're supposed to want to buy them things
Build them homes
We're supposed to yearn for them
We're supposed to imagine them stretched before us
We're supposed to pledge to them
We're supposed to look at their exquisite bodies
We're supposed to share with them
We're supposed to dream of being with them, inside them
Tangle and turn them upside down
And make them scream, pull their hair

They are not the same as us
They are curved in the sunshine in a certain way
Their breasts, their hips, their asses are supposed
To tempt the abandonment of reason to
The animal

And their faces, eyes particularly
To tempt the superhuman