"Equal pay for equal work!"
"Date rape is rape!"
A rally on television is viewed.
She grins and then stairs at my outstretched frame.
Outside, the war for women's rights rages.
Inside, the climb of sexual heights rages.
Her tongue glides up my leg like a chill.
She massages me, pulling on every muscle like a Charlie Horse.
Forced to groan, I let go my macho posture.
Sensing that I'm pleased, she smiles wide.
Then she turns me over.
My facial expressions I can no longer hide.
I look up...and at her.
She looks me in the eyes of my ego,
And I don't look away.
I try to get on top, but she bites at my neck to hold my still.
She surrounds me.
Her movements grind and season like a pepper mill.
Her climax is a quiet whimper.
But in her eyes I can see her conscious agitating restlessly.
Her embrace is that of a constrictor snake, and she cries out breathlessly.
"Take the man out of woman!"
"Take the male out of female!"
"I refuse to be male-defined!"
With her head back, she grabs both her breasts and whispers,
"I refuse to be male-defined."
A foggy thought arises, and I begin to scribble on a a foggy window a better name to define woman than woman. Then I erase the word so that I can see clearly through the window...and leave women to define themselves.