There is a place inside of all women
A place that is woman
Red and pink and purple
The colors of bruised skin and babies
A place that a man is told he may never go, but must swear to protect
Where the softness of the world is born
And the hard edges are blunted
Where ugly is spun beautiful
And sadness waxed sweet
A place that trembles, always
Be her mask: goddess or witch, slave or princess
It trembles
On her hands and knees or sitting upon a throne
It trembles
It trembles that I may someday know its name
It runs from me, naked
With arms and hands
Covering breasts and cunt
Hiding from my hungry cock
As I stab it madly wherever flesh and woman yield
Hoping to pierce and puncture and tear the delicate membrane
That covers it like saliva on a tongue
Hoping answers and pleasure will spill out
Like fish from a net cut with a blade
Gasping and writhing and dying
I am conqueror hero
I am guardian destroyer
*Because there has been quite a bit of debate regarding this poem, I thought I would add this footnote. This poem is 100% metaphorical. It is not about sex and it is most certainly not about rape. It is about the parts deep inside of us that make us "man" or "woman". The aspects of our nature that a man must learn to control and a woman must learn to protect. That having been said: Thank you for taking the time to view my work. -Stranger*
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