My fetish is powerful women Standing proud in front of a crowd Holding court with authenticity Firmly entrenched without having to get loud
Mesmerized by the way she carries herself Controlling me with a compassionate glance She’s my incandescent muse My reason for believing in happenstance
She’s regal without being out of touch Properly expressing how it feels to be real But I know she’s never going to give in No matter our depravities, she will never kneel
Containing the ability to remain soft & lovely While always making me hard She can be inconvenient to worship Not a plot point, won’t let you simply discard
Who am I to say no? When she asks me to open up for the Queen I’m the victim of my own volition But I love it all, if you know what I mean
With Summer’s moonlight shining down
We’re not alive to merely appease everyone
Reminder to exist for your soul’s own sake
Basking in the fickle warmth of the rising sun
Released from those winter storms
Contending with heat & humidity down there
Be comfortable in your sovereignty
& thus release yourself from their stares
Do not double back & suffer fools
Stretch to become your complete ability
Expanding your mind to finally believe
& thus be fully & truly free
Public declarations of my love Letting all the people know Shouting to the Heavens Into the gusts my words shall flow Taking the high road to oblivion A world testing my ability to be true Battered & fatigued, but not beaten They’ll realize all I want is you