Wicked

[Psycheinaboat]

Wicked

You cower before me:

Son of Adam, untrusting of yourself,

Looking for apples, imagining death;

You hesitate, fearful of whom you see,

But it is only I, yet you fall to one knee

My lips, my breasts, my mental breadth

Intimidate you, make a fool, and numb you to your depth;

I cannot control my glee

Poor dear, you have lost your superior stance,

Men seem strong, but it is farce;

Wise women know how to be agreeably wicked

Intertwined, is this how we dance?

She uses her advantage to lead the march,

All hidden in the pretty cottage surrounded by white picket

[Psycheinaboat]

I am really shy about sharing, but I decided to do this as a lark.

I hope someone enjoys it. :)