TOO MUCH A WOMAN

Too intelligent to be a woman
You  worry I know too much, laugh too much, breathe too much
 Yet I'm the comfort you seek to calm you after the liquor.  
I can't be just too loud, too flashy to be a woman.
The one you want is calm, too soft and too girly to be your dame. 
If I ever show bravery in fearful choices, insisting I want a head,
You whisper and worship at my holy alter in private, but squirm around your friends
That I can't be wifed and owned, yet if I choose to be blond on sex moves, I become a bore whom you can only have to progress your fatherhood, and off you go to whore another, who guides your manliness through her debauchery.

 I can't be all so smart, too smiley and caring
Caring means I'm all just flirty, much so if I give your friends a gratuitous peck.
When i give cold shoulder, stern look and serious face,
You choose the booty call chic to host your legions.
When I aspire you just perspire,
My ambition makes yours expire
Riding hire shouldn't reduce your power.
 Climbing your hills, will require my heels.

It's not my submission you seek, cos you get it.
It's not attention you want, cos I give it.
Not looks of a peacock
Never the calm of a dove
It's the Lordship you seek to wield alone,
The whip you yearn to tear my flesh.
The fear you hope i paint on my face
 And the many dare you wish my heart will never air

I pray you my equality is not to scare
I promise you this queen your kingdom care
I vow my heart is yours to take
I swear your place is just the same
Never lower or lesser in being a man
But better and stronger in having me
Don't make me the subject of your master-doom
I'll forever worship at this love altar