then I can speak no more,
but my tongue falls silent,
and at once a delicate flame
courses beneath my skin,
and with my eyes I see nothing,
and my ears hum, and a wet sweat
bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
Women want monogamy,
Man delights in novelty,
Love is woman’s moon and sun
Man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord
Count to ten and men are bored.
What this the gist and sum of it,
What earthly good can come of it.
When I’m still young, I don’t believe in crushes..