What manliness would that be
When a man takes to a harem
To be in the midst of women and wine
To douse his spirit, in that bareness of the night;
Where his wispy whims wax,
His challenged might covets its crown
In that festoon of females,
Who serve, with their brow looking down
Such men, who flaunt their virility
In women, who only serve with servility
But their chivalry shrinks
With the rising prowess of a woman,
Their manliness slinks,
If only the man was not about just being male
But the other half of a whole
Who needs to complete, in a companionship sole
The energies to synergize in that mating
What universe unparalleled it would be, in the becoming!
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