A Woman Is A Symphony, A Man Is A Stick Of Dynamite

It’s all about sex.

Light a man’s fuse, and he explodes.

A woman needs several movements

to get into the mood for the crescendo, and,

then, there’s the denouement…the man 

already asleep in his ashes by that point.

It’s all about fire, combustion… you need

the right heat for life to cook itself up.