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I Refuse to be Ignored



I am not a pure white dove,
a vision almost like heaven above,
Naaa,
I am not a vain peacock,
mesmerize you till your eyes lock
on the rainbow colours of my royal plume,
Naaa,
I am,
a Screeching Owl,
disturbing your sleep with irritating shrieks,
startling you till your heart skips a beat,
my fevered scream, rudely interrupting your dreams,
I refuse to be ignored!

I am not an imposing mountain,
snow covered peak piecing the heavens,
Naaa,
I am not a boulder,
obstinate, unmovable, unbreakable,
Naaa,
I am a tiny pebble in your shoe,
that vexation that won't go away,
an aggravation that demands you stop,
at least for a while,
I win,
I refuse to be ignored!

I am not tranquillity,
a soothing feeling, your spirit at rest,
Naaa,
I am not serenity,
the peace in your soul at its best,
Naaa,
I am,
knee trembling,
mind boggling,
jaw dropping,
sweat dripping,
me riding,
you panting,
I am,
Volcanic,
Orgasmic,
leaving you screaming,
yes, yes, yes,
because,
I am he who would not be ignored.

******December 29, 2010*****




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