Love is a battle, where
Clinching coitus is man’s conquest,
With the woman left as a loser,
And eluding coitus is woman’s success,
With the man left as a failure.
A conqueror is not grateful.
A successor is not remorseful.
Both play for their goals.
25.08.2010
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