Women Like Her Are All You Want And All You’ll Never Have

Women like us are too much sin, you see.

We swear like angry race car drivers, crashing our kaleidoscope hearts

We spit and claw like tigers at the men who call us sexy just to lay their lecherous hands on our wayward bodies

We drip confidence and fuck like it’s a competition

We taste like wildfires and crimson sunsets and sticky honey

We drink till the lines between insanity and moderation melt into a blur of color and the room spins in ever widening concentric circles

(Or maybe it spins because we kiss you like we want to suck your very soul out of your body
Until you’re empty on the inside)

We’re tidal waves of passion and strength

And we leave you thirsty, like an itch you cannot scratch

Although you’re drowning faster than you can swallow

We are the women men like you call sluts, hoes, and maniacs

Because our spirit alone is enough to start a bonfire in your driftwood heart

We are all you want and all you’ll never have

We are the women you love to hate

So sleep easy darling, and tell yourself that

Women like us are too much sin.