Oh, not the brute mechanics – though they can be a pain.
More the undermining, overweaning ego-ridden strain of trying everything you can not to appear the least bit plain. Birdies know
they’ve got to grow the plumage to attain the prize: so much
is aimed at eyes. The urge to propagate is strong enough to foster wonderfully erotic lies: stiletto heels, for instance, can show off
with irresistible appeal the calves and butt and thighs: as if
the woman they prop up held an unending promise of lascivious
surprise – ever on the make. But then arrives the ache.
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