My attraction is fatal and magnetic
Along its flux lines lives magic
Sprinkled by a goddess who spews love and war, anything else's rhetoric
For in her soles i stand in twi-street-lights of cities so scenic
Or obnoxiously oceanic in pain and struggle for basic
The allure to see my cotton soft thighs, my round silk back
Lives and burns in every man of good health, good pay cheaque,
And the zeal of giving in to the natural curse best kept cryptic
Whether adventuresome or premeditated behind a curtain in a rhythmic
Pace of heart beats paternalistic to the ability of the Olympic
Some break sweat, others family, others health or the citric
Salt of their intelligence but how-else do you act Ishtar's majestic hook
The ages old hook that make thunder in wives quake
Next step i make might be on a man whose love for you will go bleak quick
