I can not be the woman for you
wouldn't you rather a boring flutter-er
with shy sighs...
a pretty thing
all feathers and anatomy?
with me you would know
you'd have to walk through fire
tame the lioness
with bare hands
every time you approached
each day an adventure
and the nights... passion
as I said,
I can not possibly be the woman
for you
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