Testosterone in muscularly musky splendor
sometimes sees the ghost of something pink flash by –
and wonders, as it’s brushing past, if pink might render
him a little softer and more feminine: supply
the means of knowing from an inside view
what women are; sense aspects of the female genus
he must surely constitutionally misconstrue;
beckon to a little estrogen; let Penis rhyme with Venus.
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