If you make love to my body
Be assured that I will take it as making love to me
If you worship my package
It is I that will feel revered.
It's the way a man is wired
His phallus is his proxy
Stroke it and you stroke his soul.
Though you may be suspicious
Know that men didn't rig themselves so
The universe that carved us
Sculpted a tiny totem
Placed it front and center
And bound it to our being
For better or for worse
It's the way a man is wired
In some ways it’s a curse.
Steven SRS
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/men-evolution-s-design/
