I am She
The Frenchwoman in lace
The one you dream about
when you glance down at your fat wife’s thighs
bulging out of her grandma panties
then look away.
I am a Blueblood of women.
A Goddess who holds her sisters by the hand
And runs in circles chanting beneath the Full Moon.
I make magic for your wife, so she does not live in poverty
While you lust after me in silence.