That happy updraft that wafts me hither. Spurned
by man nor beast. Draws my love-a-bubblin' in
there. Into that hot pool of Womanneed. Like the
rud of two sticks wooden. This Womanneed is old
as fire. The burnin' lure of that kissy puddin's.
The ancient curse of mankinds desire. Oh
Womanneed. I got the faith. Oh the power that
flows so sweet. From the tower of salvation. To
that hot pool of Womanneed. As Jacob said to
Isaiah. In them biblin' days of yore. Man that
babe is a tomata. Oh my Lord I'm longin' for.
Like the funnel of the tornado. Like the
whirlpool of stromy seas. My head spins to the
serenado of that wanton Womanneed.