Take caution Dear Lady
When choosing a lover, wooly and full
For You cannot handle the beard,
Its raw sexual power.
The beard growls softly, “He is a Man.”
Not a smooth-faced boy.
And as a man he takes what he wants.
He’ll take you on a whim.
Sweep you up with his strong arms.
Pleasure you at his leisure.
He will respect you, certainly, because he is a real man.
But he will not cease consuming your succulent flesh
Until his animal hunger is sated.