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.