Bow To Her Power.

He bows to a great dispute,
A concern of the nature of
Her womaness, so long has man
Been enthused, abused the sexual birth canal
That has brought him down through sexual climax.
Yet he, so does she, to the Basic quality of completed
Satisfaction of the act he turns murderous….
Bowing to her private power, her silent coitus explanations.
Enthusiastically, yet critically, without deflecting
Her libido stultified by her clitoris.
He vigorously teaches her vaginal eroticism,
And she teaches him how to stimulate it,
By transferring her clitoral characteristics into touch and feel
Enraptured by her adult maturity, But yet he is instantaneously
Taken over By it….losing self control, but he bows,
She has something he has been mesmerized by and so does she,
He bowing to the power of her womanhood, his knowledge of
Postulating her single orgasmic mechanisms with his physical
Simulations, to a degree of cortical facilitation into her deep
Erotical arousal, that creates a spinal response and forgets
The reason of this spiritual connection and love turns to lust,
She bows into her facilitation of a fully fledged cunsummatory
Orgasm, releasing her subconscious emotional factors,
Eloquently in her wet clitoral primacy.
Man at the point of his weakened state, he loses himself naked in
A seamless coat, not yet to understand she is his backbone,
As her remote past is his completeness in his silent omission,
Taking a recognized bow, slightly the twin of her power…
Look at him, the birth tract has defeated him,
He is drunk from her jewel of all jewels,
His reflection is contained in each and still
Ego man still thinks he is more powerful, how he could be
When a pussy is compared to man’s penis,
Woman has realized the boundary between man and woman
He is weaker because she birthed him and woman is his interwoven,
Yet her by product….as he still chases her pleasures…
And ends up bowing to her power…she smiles inside and out,
Because she smart and knows what to use to win the game….