Being Born A Man With Certain Needs Poem by James McLain

And with a woman's breeding comes necessity.
Fair is not the concept of my buxom type?
Up the path and through the treed woods.
Along the trail around each bush,
the leaves I follow fast with your approach.
Some thing that I smell it hastens needs along.
Fair is the attraction and the pheromones work.
Being born a man with certain needs,
designed to make the pulse each living beat!
Which by one is so the night is clear.
Being he of whom you seek,
and because fair hearts by he can be exploded.
When a man with certain needs you meet a second time.