Slaves of Desire

Men have always been condemned as slaves to their lascivious natures, portrayed as thinking and acting with their other infamous 'brainless head'.
However, while the two heads don't frequently interact for men, women it seems, have their clits attached to their brains (unfortunately).

For men, more often than not, what happens down there, stays there.
Their skirt-chasing silly antics end once their job down there is done.
And then off they go again, on their merry ways, searching for new and greener pastures.

For women, a night of passion tends to create some dangerous illusions as the intimate physical act blurs the strict boundaries between pure sex and real love.
Confusion ensues and we end up enslaving ourselves un/subconsciously.

At times like these, I wonder who are the worse slaves of their sexual desires- men or women.
While it appears that a male frees himself from the bondage after slaking his wanton thirst, the fairer sex simply gets entangled in a crazy losing game.