The Infiltrate Horse

I thought you were common
Like the 9 other body systems
That my mind could rule over you
But you have your own agenda
And a network of servants

Patiently you wait for your hour
In time distort our bodies for signaling
Make us crave and find your mates
Dictate our life choices and lure us into families

In a snap, eyes, legs, hormones, will even surrenders to you
You consume us, receding only when your mission is accomplished
A machine indeed, relentless, dedicated to one single purpose
– Bring about the next generation –
Certainly you were designed for titans

They called you sexuality
Often despise you as obscenity
Or disguise you as sensuality
Yet you are about continuity

What sort of human can handle your reins?

A mon avis

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