I feel all powerful woman, most of the time,
Like nothing can hold me back
I am the speeding train roaring down the track
And my strength knows no bounds.
But bring a man into the picture and all changes
Suddenly I'm weak and my power shifts.
Men it seems, are my kryptonite.
Robbing me of my common sense
And my will to resist sin and flesh.
I wonder if Superman craved his kryptonite,
Even as he cursed it,
If he needed it, like breath, like water, like food.
If kryptonite was his drug of choice.
I see broad shoulders swinging my way,
And the weakness settles in,
The thoughts in my head diminish
Until all I crave is his skin next to mine.
Lust, like poison flows through me
Infecting me at my most basic level.
There isn't a cure for this, just distance,
Just knowing for my own good,
I need to keep away, keep my head clear.
Aww...but for those moments,
Before I am consumed
And spit out again,
Kryptonite is all I crave.
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