There's a hole in your testosterone tank. The hiss it makes as overfills and releases its deleterious substance is high-pitched, above the range of human hearing. Darts and dances along the bordering plumage of my feathered pheromones, daring me to make a move more definitive than this lamplight so low.
© Sara Gaddis 2010
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