She
knows her power
heaving out of her like
red clay forming stars
the power it has on
those who watch
unable to quit her
imperfection as much an aphrodisiac
as those fine lines converging into
her thin bones
drawn tight and ageless
she smiles a drowsy grin
down turned eyes glinting
the thin shake of her hair
sharp curve in high cheeks
noble and unrepentant
she has more confidence than you
with your excuses and your fumblings
could ever possess
if she’d taught you, she’d have said
no, no, no you’re doing it all wrong
if you want that woman to like you
be cold, be indifferent
and occasionally, throw her a scrap
don’t ever show her your full regard or
the depth of your eyes
heft her over your shoulder when the time comes
take her to a dark place and without apology
do what you must, thinking…
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Powerful and provocative.
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