Mistress Hyde

Jeckyll contemplates his haggard reflection
Years of regret and solitude
His hair white, eyes lacking luster
He quaffs his designer formula
Lysergic acid, jimson weed, tumeric and thyme
And the man in the mirror acquires life
Age melting away, forgotten
Limbs becoming lithe, skin supple
And his face wise with fatal beauty
He remembers information supplied by his dearest friend
Recalling that the clitoris contains a wealth of sensitivity
Reducing the male organ to ignominy and shame
Jeckyll's fingers travel to this new pearl as he becomes a she
Exploring with a caress, gradually gaining speed
A soft explosion felt at his hour of need...
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Jeckyll awakens, a marginally more enlightened man
Somewhat distressed at the limits of research
And the shortcomings of his colleagues
He swallows the remnants of the formula, savoring its burn
Mistress Hyde awaits, and he still has much to learn.

Publicity photo from "Dr. Jeckyll and Sister Hyde"