She sings denials
to eternal love.
She spins away,
always so far above.
Beyond the grasp
of mortal man.
She seeks her pleasure
in her small hands span.
She is too proud
and won’t give in
to men who always
are replete with sin.
She’ll melt into
your unknown arms,
but stays herself.
She’ll never fall for charms.
She plays the only game she knows,
she wrote the rules,
and all the rhyming prose.
She’ll watch while you
fall to your knees.
Chin lifts!
You’re hers!
Now only she will please.
