We Can Win

To Anonymous

I read right through you:

         You want me, only when you can't have me.

         The smell of sensuality, you believe to own it—

         To control it.

         You think I bathe in your personality—

         Your lure.

         You believe me to be the one to crawl.

You can't read through me:

         I only want you when you are available.

         I am sensual; I reek of it.

         I have the power; I can turn it on whenever.

         I have all of the control.

         I bathe in water, the element.

         Not your lure.

The truth:

         You think you are above me, only when I snap my fingers.