They call us, “the weaker sex,”
Could sex ever be
a thing men see
inherently
weak?
No, we see
what intercourse was meant to be
a union, a coming together,
an exchange between two beings.
They see it as something to be done
and over with
in truth,
So many of us
have begun to think like
who
don’t know
satisfaction
in the little things
who rush and end
too soon
a good thing
who don’t know how
good coming together can be
long time
one mind
one heart
one being.
If being weak
means I need
someone one with me
then call me, “weak,”
I know you’ll soon
be calling me
anything I say to you
or whisper when we
come together
not weak but one
you’ll see my strength,
my king.