Corporate Cosmos

A Poem by Paigey

Just a little bit of practice, i suppose.

She strides, holding herself with such a fine precision.
Shes not to be evaded, nor one you should attempt to interpose.
its distinct in the way she braces her head upon her quite straight shoudlers,
how shes cut clean, how she’d, under any condition, not take part in giving you a meer second peek,
Though your greedy gaze caresses over her dangerous amazon curves.
She wasn’t designed to sever,
She was designed to contend,
to contuse you under her heels, shaded with blood,
from those shes boxed before you.
She’s delterious, bloodthirsty, a savage of the coperate cosmos,
nevertheless,
she’s alluring, foxy, statuesque.
She’ll make you taste a type of amity, favoring her,
then rip the very organ you surmise to feel it with.
Shes a baleful kind of beauty,
a master of exploting it to her voluminous discretion,
and even the most apt of gentlemen remodel into a feeble fawn against her evasion.
An artic mind, with a body exceeding fevered.
She is the celestial of tearing you down,
the divinty of a gorgeous dame.
She is, without vaugness what you crave,
tied with precisely what you should break away from.
This, your aware of, though your mind still dances with the fancy of her.
that marton that will elatedly crush you,
that divine creature you endure such a fiery passion toward.
The woman you prize,
you qualm,
you spite.
Gone from your perception now-retiring you with only memories of statuesque savage -though never prolonged to arrive again..