“What Does She Want?” (D.H. Lawrence)

What does she want, volcanic Venus, as she goes fuming round?

What does she want?

She says she wants a lover, but don’t you believe her.

She’s seething like a volcano, and volcanoes don’t want lovers.

Besides, she’s had twenty lovers, only to find she didn’t really want them.

So why should I, or you, be the twenty-first?

How are we going to appease her, maiden and mother

now a volcano of rage?

I tell you, the penis won’t do it.

She bites him in the neck and passes on.

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