Hormones Are A Trip

I am not a sexual person.
Revealing this info to the web doesnt bother me. I have come to terms with it.
I can be sexual, but during seasons.
I am very primitive that way. If my body decides its mating season, I am all for it.
Unfortunatly for my husband, seasons are not long spans of time.
Today, I dropped off my husbands lunch for work.
Seeing him with no shirt on awakened every primitive "mate with me now, you fool" sense in my body.
He's not even buffed out.
His chest is hairy, not my favorite thing about him.
But, still... I had the urge to howl at the moon.
By the time I got to work, the season had passed and I was back to a pregnant blob with a fro and no sex drive.
Hormones are a trip.