I know a lot of families who have only daughters, my household included.
Was a time we had two female cats, one female dog.
We got a a fish, one of those Siamese fighting fish, a betta. I would joke with Hubby that that was the only male companion in the house for him. Not much personality or ability to interact, that betta. Still, one needs allies.
Not much today, my usual mental musings. Is this a poem? It’s a bit silly, I know. I now see all of my repetitions, the words and images I love to use over and over. Not gonna censor myself right now. Not yet.
Just as I strongly dislike blogs and websites with white words on a black background (only forgivable on erotic content sites or sites run by folks under 21), I also HATE censorship. If I apply this to my writing, it backfires a bit because changing habits requires saying no to them. It’s not censorship, but discipline I need. Like I said before not yet. Let me be as free as a betta.
All We Have; What We Are To You
The estrogen pulses through us,
through the house
We ring with progesterone
the house rings with us
Later,
oxytocin
softens the ligaments
loosens the ishia, ilia, pubis
Milk concentrates and pours
My man is surrounded
Resistance is futile
twinklysparkles 
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