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

Be mine.

And you’ll call me the Almighty.

(c) Janelle Fallon, 4.9.2019