When the women of the world were created, with breasts enough to entrance you each, did it occur to you that there was something more to them?
If a man has had sweets eternally, enough to feminine his figure, is it enough to draw the same appeal?
If it is not then what magic does a woman have that a weighted man does not? Is it perhaps the thousands of years of women shedding blood to grant you life and allow you to live it as your own?
Or is it simply the tempting angle of th unsacrificed woman who you could perhaps persuade in you to drown?