The most sacred spot
On a woman
The rebellious side of her nature
The root cause of her family,
Self love and destruction.
One spot able to rock the world
And spin a culture into motion. A soul attachment point to her connection to dreams and fantasies.
Unforgiving and fragile convictions
Loved and callous
Rhythmic and pulsing
Piece by piece
Against the grains of society
Hidden from those notions of spring coming against all odds of a lazy winter
Lacing my thigh high bootsProtecting me from the storm
Keeping me sexy and warm
I walk long in stride
Hips moving gracefully from side to side.
Progressing me in life.
Momentum in motion
My primal instincts can’t hide the wild woman in me.
I’m a bone collector
I ravish lovers And set souls free.
Loving unconditionally my children
Living in the context of this drug culture teaching right From wrong
Not from a hypocritical song
Just a pathway from rugged neurons
Over sexualized society scarcely
Blessed I in this babylon where
Community organizes clash with my rave-nous assumptions
Play on my ethics between right And wrong