She grew tired of shielding her body,
For societal expectation and propriety,
Double standards and sobriety,
Ideologies of prudent cries,
And boys who made her tell them lies.

She wanted a man who’d destroy her reputation,
One strong enough to feed her unruly temptation,
Not leave her alone in risk of damnation.
Someone strong enough to make her feel,
Like a free woman who needn’t yield,
Run with her naked through a field.
Live on the fringe free of restriction,
Treat her as a woman, undo the affliction.
A man who’d take her breath with desire,
Someone with whom her passions could conspire,
A man strong enough to keep up with her fire.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn