Accuracy Poem by Veronika Scarlet

I never knew what she symbolized
But I was aware of the importance of her appearance
A new chapter, or an enigma?
Sweet whispers, or cries in the distance?

Cinnamon flavored tablets and bitter bottles of bliss
Impulses of energy concentrated into a few seconds of passion
Improvised experiments of the greatest fashion
Aimed directly toward the target, with accuracy.

Chained to a statue, and finally released
She pursued the taste of freedom, I believe
Making me subject to her expertise
I gave into her test of bravery.

Wonderful sensations, with certain limitations
Severe spontaneity tends to magnetize my mind
But the results of observation rely mostly on perception
Now let me ask, are your conclusions the same as mine?