Walking away seductively
Nasty eyes and floating hips
Leave you yearning for more
Her power is enchanting
Had you anticipating her arrival
As you sat in yesterday
Cultivating images of brighter tomorrows
She casts spells to make you lose sight of the fact
That she sat quietly in your lap
As you dreamed yesterday’s dreams
Time is jealous
She hates your pre-occupation
Of painting her to be what you want her to be
Casting her in the light that you want to see
She grows ornery if not managed correctly
When scorned
She will lull you in to a false sense of security
Dressing in your dreams to make them seem
As if they fit her perfectly
Then she will fuck you
and slip through your fingers
Never to return
So handle her graciously
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