I have spent my life coming in second.
If you can’t choose me now you never will.
See I’m done feeling like I’m not enough.
I’m done feeling Like it’s my fault.
The time has come to say goodbye.
I’d rather be alone.
Than let you make me cry.

By nature, I’m tactual.
Hands on touchy.
I love the feel of silk on skin.
The softness of fur.
The coolness of glass.
When I come across objects of desire
I’m compelled to touch.
To run my hands over them.
Experience their texture.
Feel their warmth.
For me touching is understanding.
If you are my object of desire,
I will touch you,
It’s my nature.

I’m a handful.
I don’t take directions.
But I’m seldom lost.
I can’t be controlled.
But who really wants lapdog?
I can be moody.
But I love deeply, madly and fully.
I get lost in my thoughts.
But they’re mostly about you.
I’m a handful.
But I’m also a heartful.

Why do you love me?
It’s not for my wild.
You want me tame domesticated.
So
Why do you love me?
It’s not for my crazy.
You want me sane controlled.
So
Why do you love me?
It’s not for my sensuality.
You want me prime, proper.
So
Tell me.
Why do you love me?

Don’t underestimate me.
I may look like a cup of tea.
But
I punch a like a shot of whisky.

I’ve come to believe,
that some women,
are not meant to be, tamed or controlled.
Some women,
Are meant to run wild and free,
to throw off the constraints of men,
and be,
who God, made them to be
totally wild
and
completely free.

I like to win.
And I always win.
In the boardroom.
In the bedroom.
And when I win you win.
Like I said.
I like to win.

If you were mine,
I’d make you sweet ginger tea.
I’d draw you a bath with mint and lavender oil.

If you were mine,
I’d fill the house with the smell of fresh baked bread.
I’d make you fresh butter and strawberry jam.

If you were mine,
I’d tuck you in and read to you until you fell asleep.
But your, not mine.

You belong to her so I watch from afar.
And wish.
You were mine.

I come from a tribe of amazing redheaded unicorns or raven-haired Banshee’s.
Women so strong that most men run for the doors,
when we walk in.
Not only are we strong but for the most part our looks give men pause.
Some are beautiful some are pixie like.
Others are so exotic looking it makes you wonder how did they get eyes that green and is that a ring of gold around them.
I learned that my beauty is not greater than yours but different.
And we all have beauty, sometimes we just have to look deeper than other times.
This tribe of women raised me to be strong and fearless.
To understand that to serve is not a weakness but a strength.
To have a family is a gift to be treasured.
That knowledge is power. And if knowledge is power then education is imperative.
These Women taught me all I know.
They insured that should my world fall apart I, me, the person within would survive and thrive.
They taught me to only depend on God because people will fail you.
Because when it comes down to, they are only human and humans are weak.
From them I learned to plant a garden.
That growing things working in the dirt it grounds you and keeps you humble.
That there is more to cultivating then sticking a seed in the ground.
You must care for the seed make sure that it’s not chocked out by weeds or eaten by pests.
I learned to cultivate not only food but also family and friends.
I learned that bad habits like weeds choke out the good so don’t allow bad habits to take root
They taught me to sing loud and sing proud just make sure you know the words.
That it is okay to dance but yourself in wild abandonment.
That friends are family you pick yourself so pick wisely.
These women this tribe these Unicorns and Banshee’s strong and beautiful women paved the way for my success.
To them I owe a debt that can only be repaid by passing on to the next generation of Unicorns and Banshees their wisdom and knowledge.

She is truly free.
She’s wild with a gypsy soul.
Barefoot toes dug into the dirt
connecting her to the earth.
Arms spread wide
Her face turned to the sun, absorbing its power.
The wind blowing through her hair and
Twisting her skirt around her calves.
Cleansing her of all negativity energy,
freeing her, to be who she chooses to be.
She was wild, windswept, powerful.
She dances between worlds.
Never losing herself to either.
She is truly free.

Waiting for You
I’m sitting here waiting for you.
I look up whenever the door opens.
I’m Setting in the back of the room so I can watch stroll up to me.  
Your smile when you catch sight of me.
Makes my heart skip a beat
The way you slid your hand into your pocket to keep from grabbing me.
Makes me chuckle.
With you I feel beautiful.
With you I embrace my sensuous side.
I let her come and play.
She’s enjoying spreading her wings.
And dancing in the sunshine.
What she lacks in grace she makes up for in exuberance.
So, dance with her.
I promise she’ll match passion for passion.
Step for step.
Touch for touch  
Kiss for kiss.
So, let’s play.
Let’s dance.
Let’s spread our wings and take flight.
What’s the worst that could happen?
We get caught up in the dance.

I’ve been known to slay dragons, and reduce giants to ash.
But against my feeling for you I’m powerless.
The wild magic, that I’ve kept hidden in my heart has been set free.
She is no longer willing to be contained is a small space.
But
Desires to spread her wings and take flight.
How could I have allowed this to happen?
I’m a warrior!
I fight the good fight.
My wild magic was contained buried deep in the recesses of my heart.
Only to be looked upon as a found memory of what was,
but can never be again.
I found a place for my passion by being a voice for the lost and mistreated.
Championing the needs of the weak and demanding justice for all, convention be ******.
But
Now I stand before you stripped bare of my armor,
venerable and fearful that my wild magic will be too much
or not enough for you.
This wild magic, this raging fire between us is to powerful
for one heart to hold and not be consumed by
But,
With you I’ll share my magic.
To you I’ll give my wild.
When needed I’ll warm you with my fire.
Should you need strength or power I will give you mine.
All I have is yours for the asking.
My thirst for justice has been replaced with a desire to
love and be loved.
All but for a kiss I am yours.

As the moon pulls the tide to the shore,
My heart pulls me to you.
Try as I might to pull myself back into this world,
I cannot.
My feelings are too strong.
The magnetic pull you have on my heart, sends
Me reeling.
I’m only genuinely happy,
Wrapped in the safety of your loving arms.
With you I’m completely free.
You accept my Gypsy soul,
No questions asked.
Your love is unconditional,
And without limits.
More than I’m entitled to and more then I deserve.
I love you today, tomorrow, forever.

There’s just something about you.
I’m not sure what it is.
But
There is just something about you.

I like my life to make sense.
And this is nonsense.
But
There is just something about you.

I’ve worked hard to move forward.
To be a person of class.
But
There’s just something about you.

I have been pulled into a riptide.
Try as I might I can’t break free.
But
There’s just something about you.
  
When I look in your eyes its magic, I see.
And I don’t believe in magic.
But
There’s just something about you.