Women are thinkers and takers. Men are scorers and breakers. Reality sucks. The truth hurts. Lies appease. The genetic code of each species cannot be changed. The animal in every man is caged. He is happy locked away, behind bars, in his prison of silence. Entice the beast and hell murder the prey. Women are the keys to control the fury. If the curiosity of the howling sounds lures them towards the mating call that every wolf seeks to taste, they will ravage the meal. They must keep the doors to that pleasure locked and the beast remains shackled. Women are magnetic fields, emitting a mighty force through the language her body speaks. She walks like the moon and the motion of her sways linger, leaving behind marks on mans territory. She is beautiful, flawless, hypnotic and perfect. A species with such attributes must be the jewel in the museum, to be admired for her miraculous existence. Displaying the priceless ornament will tempt the insatiable thief to steal and blemish the purity of a unique stone. We are different. To tame the wild nature of man, her distance from the wolf is imperative. Crawling towards him, with her spineless motives and empty words, pretending to be victual, his hunger will exacerbate and his greed, impossible to control. Women must be modest. That, which is not on show, cannot tempt and that, which cannot tempt will be safe and that, which is safe is protected and secured and out of harms way.