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It's Not What You Think

It's not what you think.

When he winks and shoots a smile,

At a woman on the other end

Of a smoky bar

His mind is not filled with thoughts of conquest.

As it would be with most men.

For he does not look at her as an object.

As something to be controlled.

How can something so stunning

Simply be bound? Forbidden to fly?

It's not what you think.

When he buys her a drink,

It's not to get her drunk,

The action is simply a polite one.

When he whispers how beautiful she looks,

He's not lying

Just to get her to his room.

To him, she is beautiful

In body and mind

For simply giving him the time of day.

It's not what you think.

When he's got her to his room,

And clothes are strewn about.

He is not in search of a "quick screw"

But a night to remember

Because he'll never see this goddess again.

It's not what you think.

When crimson becomes the color of passion,

He does not have sex.

He makes love.