I know these thoughts are somewhat heavy, as I sit here on my bed, 
but this struggle between sex and power has had an outbreak in my head. 

Because the conquests of the phallic, will gain men domination; 
whereas conquests of the pussy, will gain them eternal damnation. 

And it makes no sense for sex for one will mean sex for the other. 
Especially if they take the time to find love for one another. 

But love, for men, is considered, powerless and weak; 
like those fragile, repressed women, of whom we often speak. 

And those men grown impotent, from lack of the weak defeat, 
gain power and esteem from flashing their own meat. 

Yet the powerful are not satisfied and recruit in quantities; 
And what is a face to you? … You only see her on her knees. 

Even the best women never seem to fully please, 
This innate instinct to dominate, or maybe just be a sleaze. 

On this track they persist, and only love if they resist; 
Because really all they’re seeking, is more power with this list 

of idealized facial features, and proportions of her girth. 
…Is it attraction, or purely the power that coincides her worth?