tiny and delicate
she drew men
as fireflies draw to mason jar castles

they hovered around her
a conflict of men
in battle
so silent, it was loud

their fatherly desire to
protect and nurture
knocked loudly
on the wood of
throbbing cocks, hardened by
an image, a handful of hair
a neck arched
in perfect perfection

she danced
in the current
of their conflict
sparkled
in the fire in their eyes
teased
them into displaying
all their finery
just for her

she is any woman
who
knows the art
of making him
feel like a man

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