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She keeps her pocket full of stars, And the clouds in her eyes Woman of wild She's got the world between her thighs

I cannot be tamed Nor am I here for you to contain When you don't even call me by my name Solely perceived as a means to entertain As this fantasy As I see that's all you see in me Is a chance to be inside of me But to be honest your rollercoaster does not look inviting And I've reserved my right to refuse riding No not because I'm scared or nervous But because I seek self-love and true purpose Because I strive to be more than just my surface More than my supple curves and porous, dewy trenches Side stepped you Like your collection of wenches didn't dare to Maybe because they didn't see fit Or maybe they didn't feel that they were worth shit Maybe a man told them their whole lives that they deserved it Deserved anything less than to be treated like the sacred goddess The muse, the solace, The very chalice which brought us You see, life would be nothing without the womb Encompassing you Igniting the the wick to your flames and fumes Wh...