I am a wild woman

I sincerely learn all the rules of the game and 
then sadistically play my game of breaking all of them

My rapturous silence is as potent as my loud eloquence
My beautiful being as rowdy and pertinent as all my determined doing

I am bold, fierce when I need to be, expanding with the heat 
of everyone’s eyes on me, and childlike shy and awkwardly asocial when 
I need to cool from you and the world and all its glorious fun and folly

I am a seductress, a crone, a creator, you cannot fathom
the omniplicity of layers underneath my transparent skin

I fantasize not of the touch of other men and woman, 
my erotica are images and moans of my own wild fucking

I run naked with hungry wolves on the streets of men, 
prowling in their forests of ignorance, my wolves and I
prey on your darkness while loudly howling the light within us

I command horny goosebumps on all your body’s pores
my gentle claws and teeth with ease rip into your core

I see right through where you are weakest,
dig my piercing nail-like provocations right through it
and heal your sacred wound with love and laughter

I dance with my eyes closed, moving to the magic within me 
and when you step forward to dance with me
I dance over and trample the world you live in

If you bleed, if you pain, it is not my wildness to blame
but the strangulating wildness in you that wants to erupt

You don’t have to earn my love and affection 
that is always there in plenty for the taking
but you will have to get back to being wild 
to fuck and mate a wild woman like me.

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