Invasion of the Amazons

Won't be long now...
I can hear their breath,
The writhing laughter taunting my testosterone
Down to the core,
Sending me running to the porch.
I can feel the stomping of their feet arriving
Sending me diving
Behind any piece of furniture
That can hide me from the overture
Of the invasion.
These women, dominating all facets of my reality,
Are taking my sanity
For their exquisite breakfast,
But it's still not enough
To satiate their appetite.
Just enough for their temporary delight.
They are here and here they stay
All night and every day...
But I guess I can live with it for a week,
A servant so meek, I am weak;
But if I play the cards right,
I can mold a story for the boys
That may be tight.