Does it make you feel more like a man to carry the briefcase and head the meetings
To strut down the city streets in your Armani suit and tie
Tailored especially for the masculine hero you are

Does it make you feel more like a woman to sit on the side as the female heads the meetings
Voicing her opinions over yours and carrying a heavier authority
Cringing within yourself at the loss of your dignity

Does it make you feel more like a man to hear your name screamed while you fuck her
Nails digging into your shoulders begging and crying for more
The thrill of her submission and desires for you

Does it make you feel more like a woman to have her atop you
Riding you and having you call her name out in your pleasures and climax
Her dominance exerted over yours as you feel it crawl unpleasantly over you

Does it make you feel more like a man to watch her bathe and ready herself just for you
Hours spent on make-up and hair as she fusses for perfection
Your perfection

Does it make you feel more like a woman when she throws on her favorite shirt and jeans
Dressing with no manners of feminism as you know it
No call to impress

Does it make you feel more like a man to watch her cower under your fist
Beaten and trodden upon for your frustrations and pleasures
The battered toy

Does it make you feel more like a woman when she berates you
Throwing her fists at you in a strength that surpasses what any woman should have
No longer the meek and silent

Where do you get off expecting these gender roles and differences to carry past your fantasies into this world?

What makes you think for a moment that I am not your equal?

What is it about me that you fear so much that you have perpetuated this male-dominated society?

When it comes down to it: what lies between your legs is nothing more than your greatest crutch and weakness.