Sunday, July 17, 2011

SePhOrA [A pOeM]

*DISCLAIMER: INSPIRED BY A WOMAN*

I am...
I am like the thief in the night.
The heartbeat of your freight.
I take what I want and do as I please.
Your chivalry, does not amuse me.
I am the fire in your fury.
I am the wrath; your a conspiracy.
Appease me, provide my needs,
If not, well then you'll see.
I recognize your attempts and except your kindness
But it is nowhere close to my highness.
I don't depend on your innocent reveals
Or the way you try to conceal.
I use my arrogance as a crutch and determine my future.
I am not full of vulgar words;
I let my actions speak, relevant as it may seem.
I record my true inner thoughts which result to my fortress.
Trespass and you shall be punished; you wish you could have this.
I am not elegant or fragile.
I travel the distance, even miles...
Not leaving a trace behind, I move, rather nomadic.
My breath and touch, metaphorically you crave them, comparable to an addict.
Raise a finger or even consider an option, I vanish.
I can tell... you can't manage.
I need a man to appreciate my independent qualities.
Accept all of me...
I want a man to support a little, get his hands dirty, bleed.
The roughness of your skin, the nobleness of a steed.
Be aggressive, tell me no.
Just let me know if you can't cope...
I figured...
I am... Sephora...

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