Let me show you how to light a match.
Let me show you what happens
When caramel harness the heat
Generated by a good pair of heels what
Good, bad can be.
Let me show you exactly what your
Imagination is too afraid to utter
In ladylike company.
I assure you, I am more woman that I
ever was lady.
I was told it is never nice for a lady to
Smoke, but her I am doing so,
Aside from outside fire.
As the Almighty could have
Only whispered and light appeared,
At my desire, and stare,
Will all you have, down to the inch
And you’ll call me the Almighty.
(c) Janelle Fallon, 4.9.2019