I will make myself
perfect for you
my body knows of nothing else
You look and it responds
contorting to please your view
I am aesthetically shaping
to your energy,
but not just that...
My insides twist and mold to fit
all the new forms
your presence has given it
Am I losing myself in this?
or am I simply building upon my nature
with love?
Your finger is the trigger
you pull and my soul fires,
and a million little pieces scatter through space
They return to the atmosphere
to bounce then connect
magnetically into new shapes
I look down at my feet,
my hands, my body, and my soul
I look up at you,
is it pleasing to you at all
having this much control?
People will tell me take back the power
satisfy myself. I am queen!
But they have yet to see the gentleness
of your look when I am fully seen.
It dethrones and uncrowns
the feminist fight for free.
Or is it that it sits me down elegantly
like all that is royalty?
It has become a key to a lock
I had hidden away from
even me.
I must hunt this down like a hidden treasure
and reclaim the heart of me.
Before I find that what this is, is not what
it appears to be,
or before it actually gives me reason
to incredulously believe.
And I do not know which is more frightening.
-Les'Nspired♛
