Hysterical paroxysm

I’ll lay here and let the sun make love Penetrate the shielded part of my being to bear the brightness of its warmth right to the base of the unmoved core and when hysteria sizzles time passes right to the century of the ancient timeline where women sadness was denied access only to be healed by a scientific vulva massage that gentle movement of finger in the pelvic to bridge the eruption with the explosive paroxysms where a woman would relive forgetting all the unattention behaviour bore by their husband women wombs would be removed so as not to feel women sexual desire would be numbed so as not to feel women would be sent into asylums so as not to feel They are bloody women confiscicated to a domestic gloom Let them tend to the men and gain no societical standing until the doctors got tired of it all, with broken hands those cramped fingers and supportive bandages tired of motioning and fumigation of the libia with sweet smelling and relaxing oily lotions It was as simple as that...... the change of notions and the innovation of the handheld vibrators eradicated hysteria in mere 1952........

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