When she rears her head
almost makes me wish
I wasn't Dread,
but
I'm all me
no one else
pulling my strings;
When she arrives
all fake love dies
the fire inside
the pupils of her eyes
paralyze
all emotions and self sense of pride
easily pushed aside
One glance at her
mesmerizingly
hypnotizing
shake of her thighs
cause all male's
including homosexual's
nature to rise;
When she enters the scene
all senses are decieved
men lose all function of their brains abilities
and
all physical capabilities
except
when she wants pleased;
Once she is on deck
all other females retreat out of fear, admiration,
and
respect;
Few have tried to test her strength...
but that's another story...