That Woman, She’s Fire. {Adult Poem}
{Editor’s Note: Adult Language Ahead}
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She howls to the moon like a hungry wolf
And laughs so loudly it shakes the earth
She is not made to play small
Or shrink into delicate puddles of silence
That woman, she’s born to burn
And make her mark on the world
She’s fire
A match lit by her heart’s desires
A shocking surge of static electricity
A spicy glass of whiskey that scorches all the way down
That woman, she’s fire
Dangerous as hell, she scares boys
Because she knows what she wants and speaks her mind boldly
Her hair, dancing tangerine flames
Her feet, restless, always ablaze
Her hips, sultry sways that ignite sleeping embers
She’s sweaty, messy, feisty and raw
With a mouth that curses, lips that speak with tender honesty
That woman, she’s f*cking fire
She’s a lioness; a beast; a snarling panther
She’s redefining it all
Cracking open confining molds
Creating herself piece by beautiful piece
She’s a constantly changing masterpiece
That woman, she’s fire
She’s born to burn
And make her mark on the world
And kick some a**
And not be quiet
At all.
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