Fear and Lusting

I have been single for three Years now, through a great fault of my own. I have this fervent fear you see; the male might take I home. And once I'm home, to his abode, His lust will fall apart. For I am not his Mommies kind; she cannot see my heart. I am woman, inside out. I sway my hips and pose a pout. I have opinions strong and clear,for these, I'll scream aloud and swear. I drive my car, like in the movies,to the tune of Lou Reeds street hassle. I do not trade my mint for bonds. Lifes Chaos is my Castle. My lips are glossed and coloured rouge, my nails are often matching. I wear my dresses loose and free and my stockings cause distraction. I have never been to Sunday church. I pride myself on lust. I hereby stand guilty of two sins, disparage I if you must. And still, I'll sail my ship of dreams, until I lust another. A male who lives his life supreme, not expecting of his Mother.