For You

Passion.

You all try to quell mine.

When the blood gushes to my heart

and the fuel to my soul,

I think ahead.

"Stop taking it so seeeeriously.

Calm down.

Why do you care?"

And this is for the women too,

and this is for the women too.

Adonis -- all of you are.

You emanate the dazzling

but painful light.

I want to gaze at all of you,

but I feel

desperate,

disgusted with myself,

as if I'm not allowed to look--

but you look all day,

and you look all night.

Am I alone in this?

Perhaps I am.

I am Athena, I am thick legs,

I am the power,

the intangible force.

I breathe the sensual

I am the fire.

I feel it with

each

swaying step.

Not for you, but for me.

Not for you, but for me.

My goddess shrivels when I

dare to look at you, any of you.

My mind goes blank

I want to touch you

(but that just makes me sound

d e s p e r a t e!)

Nine letters that make for

constant annihilation.

Lust, s**t.

The power I feel,

the raw,

is not to mock you, not to entertain myself,

but for me

(and maybe for you, if only you'd let me)

but for me

my skin, my hips,

the solidity,

the positivity.

Yes.

I am Athena, I am thick legs,

I am the power,

the intangible force.

I breathe the sensual

I am the fire.

I feel it with 

each

swaying step.

And this is for the women, too

and this is for the women, too.