I used to have a black velvet dress

And some sheer black panty hose I would wear

On special occasions 

I had some sultry seductive cologne

I dabbed beneath my collar bone

And at the nape of my neck

Yes I tried to be fancy once or twice

But I’m too nice for that they say

I had some black patent high heels 

But the only squeals they got were from me

Breaking my ankle 

And hobbling down the street in them

The story of Cinderella spoke to me

Because at the strike of twelve midnight 

All of my innuendoes would dissolve like mirage

And only my rainwater would remain 

It was the only thing about me that was real

In a land where illusion and delusion both

Will come to trick you out of your birthright

But I just wanted to be beautiful 

And true

And I wanted to love every human heart I came  in contact to

And so…. Yes ….

I tried to be fancy once or twice

But I’m too nice for that they say

And so I will choose now to stay plain and simple

My modest apparel, my aroma of sweat and blood and tears and rainwater 

Because I’ve learned that my true purpose is to love you

And I can’t escape it

My only choice is: 

Whether to do it

Consciously or unconsciously 

So now you see it’s not that I’m too nice

It’s a mischievous kind of naughty

That can let go of the haughty fads of the times

And appeal to you in the raw sexuality 

Of the everyday broad daylight

-jenn