i lust. im sorry, but i do.

how may i support you all
such voices of Female power
how do i preach to stop and listen
to such rock and roll
and fluid grace

how do i wreck it like ralph
and pave way for your march
to lick my wounds at the potential loss of stilettos
where the feel of your true weight
applies itself to mind and flesh
trampling on stale egos
steamrolling well oiled habits
crushing them with a reckoning force

it makes me pant
seeing air quake emanation
silent roars finally heard aloud
wishing to be selfless
among them
and water their quests

and i do

but i cant stop lust
i cannot pigeon hole want
and i want to serve
and give
as long
as i am kept in and allowed my need

i must admit what i am