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Women

Why are women so fascinating?
my model stolen at a young age
just after my supposed Freudian crush
a gaping void, a mystery remains
perhaps explains a penchant for detective stories
when mother died the �game was a foot�

A replacement soon appeared
a commandant rather than mater
gone were big, compassionate hugs
no more drying tears on apron or cascading skirt
left with only birthday and Christmas kisses
made to feel like that other woman�s child
seemingly made for daily vacuuming shag carpeting
mowing lawns, washing cars walking dogs, washing dishes
et cetera, et cetera, et cetera

I have hard evidence of a different feminine
one that seeks conversation, wants to know me
happiness is for her not just for other people
joy, good humor and loving are daily aspirations
a soul for whom, like me, sapiosexuality is a fetish
my investigation is replete with pleasure, pain,
titillation, tears rejection and acceptance
the case will never be closed
although some facts are elementary
in each woman lies a singular mystery