Take What You Want

You came here looking for a ghost, But I’m flesh, I’m heat, I’m the hand at your throat. No metaphor, no pretty lie, Just the sound of my name when you say it right. I don’t beg. I don’t perform. I don’t wait for the storm, (I am the storm.) So take what you want, But know I’ll take it back. Your hands, your mouth, your pretty words, I’ll take them all and never ask. No past, no future, no second guess, Just this: the weight, the sweat, the yes. You think you know what I should be? I’ve burned every script they gave to me. No lights, no stage, no "pretty please," Just the lock on the door and you on your knees. I don’t beg. I don’t explain. I don’t play the game, (I rewrite the rules.) So take what you want, But know I’ll take it back. Your time, your breath, your last excuse, I’ll take them all and call it truth. No mercy, no apology, Just this: the bite, the bruise, the me. You want a fantasy? Go find a screen. You want a lover? Then earn what you see. I’m not a muse. I’m not a prize. I’m the reason good girls lie. So take what you want… (But I always take more.)