Woman of Substance.
She is not flesh and bones
She is intelligent substance,
You hurt me,
Tried to extinguish me
'Hey, over here! '
Said the road less followed
'Here is the antidote,
For the lies you have swallowed.
She looks beautiful for their movie date
Flushed, she is running a little late.
Excited to see his beautiful face,
She sees him there and they embrace.
I might not be beautiful,
But I could intoxicate you,
Melt through you like an aged Scotch Whiskey.
I could make you dizzy with how you make me feel.
My feet are pointing high in the air,
I'm blinded by a veil of hair.
My body is shaking, a teardropp appears...
Is it too late to let me out of here!
I think I realised long ago,
There are no plans for me
There will be no fanfare as I pass through
My meat pie destiny.
I have no problem understanding
The concept of being numberless to you,
You can forget me,
But I'm still around.
The wind blowing through your hair,
Hits my face from the same direction.
I brush the hair out of my eyes
So I can keep them on you.
Sweat trickles down my bare back.
It tickles as it wetly trails
To the base of my spine.
My hips sway,