What do women want?
What don’t they want?

They do not want the immaturity
of someone who cannot grow
past a brain programmed to ejaculate.

They don’t want to feel
contaminated by expectations.

They don’t want sex
to be a commodity.

They don’t want someone
who demands pornography.

They don’t want to be
a sex subject
or a sex object.

They don’t want to be
counselled into bed.

They don’t want someone
who doesn’t understand
the sublime.

They don’t want someone
unable to discern
or evaluate
their intentions.

They don’t want someone
who doesn’t know
how to share
an experience.

They don’t want someone
who projects their needs
and frustrations
onto them.

They don’t want someone
who thinks animal aggression
replaces subtle and sensitive.

They don’t want someone
who cannot tantalize
and surprise.

They don’t want their heart
and hopes stamped on
in an emotional drama.

They don’t want someone
who thinks that sex
is a substitute for—
rather than an expression of—
love.

They don’t want enslavement.

They want to think
that men—don’t want—as well.