Adored II

                                                Adored II

                                        I look a lot like sex
                                  I smell a lot like opportunity
                                    I walk like you can get it
                                    I taste like you need it...

So why don't you have me? Because...
you don't really want me.
Infatuated with the idea of me-
illusion of sexuality plagues the minds of thousands
as they all lust for the sweet nectar of what could be.
Their eyes fill with passion as my name rolls off their tougues
unaware of the reality that that lies behind
this smile, this sway, this face...
In lust with an image they promised to protect
Thing is... they can't protect me
not the way I need to be
Their minds are clouded with intention,
sex & desire are advocates for their gluttony
indulging in cheap eroticisms
innocence is forever lost
all that is left is a wet dream...
And when they wake up to realize I was never there
...Oh how they fein with a firm manhood
(or womanhood)
Because it is image they crave,
am I wrong to want to satisfy each and everyone of their dreams
You Damn Right!!
Theyr'e clueless about what they really want
just a taste
just-a-little-taste
of what they feel is just out of their reach...
A trophy. An opportunity. A prize. A premium piece of ass...
Territory unclaimed...
that is all I am to the beast, that is all I'll ever be
It's known I am not like the rest
intelligence seeps from my chi
which grows an attraction to my individuality
every facet of my being appeals to the deficit of each
They need me to fill their emptiness, whatever it maybe, yet.
I am only one woman
So as they continue to place their fingertips ever so
gently caressing the crevice of my hips and
give me the slyest grin of the corner of their lips
I keeps it movin... in a contstant search for who knows
the real definition of this kid's name....