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Are you intent on accepting me?
I am not a toy
or a ring in your finger
I am an actual person
with emotions just like you
treat me good
you will see wonders
otherwise, you will see stars in daylight
and nightmares in your sleep
what you see is lovely,
I admit it,I must manifest:
A perfect porcelain figure.
Hair dark as night
Eyes like doves by the water streams,bathed in milk
Red lips like strawberries,
Legs like two sticks of butter,
but bear it in your mind
if you come to take your first steps:
I am a bomb on self destruct
A cut from a wrong cloth
A ferocious lioness if you look at me as your sexual target,
as a bull's eye
as an easy mark
But if you love me,
enough to marry me,
take me nowhere.
I will be fine if you give me just a ride around the city
just little things to get along with
a memory to hang in my cortex
a bouquet of flowers to wipe out my sulky weather
no leftovers I will take
nor brushoffs I will permit
nor a punch bag to blow off your steam
I will be when you come home pissed-off
Am I asking much?
if not,are you intent on accepting me?
if yes,(seek, and you will find;
knock, and it will be opened to you.)*