MOODS OF A WOMAN:
An angel of truth and dream of fiction
she's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse
but will tackle a stranger alone in the house

Sour as a vinegar, sweet as a rose
she'll kiss you one minute then turn up her nose
She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk
She'll be stronger than brandy
milder than milk

At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad
She'll hate you like poison,
Love you like mad.

MOODS OF A MAN
Hungry

Horny

Sleepy.

That's all
Chatboard (0)