How do I let the beast out?
How do I let her play?
Because she wants to play.
She wants to feel your breath catch,
she wants to feel power engulf her body,
She wants to move our body in ways my daydreams have envisioned but I have dared not try.
Only in bed has she ever been invited to roam.
To boast and show her learned feminine wiles.
But in other situations where I could not be free, I have hidden her.
She is beast and beauty inside.
The she-wolf, the lioness, the witch, the goddess. Seductress, succubus, siren, the magician. Creatrix.
When October comes she becomes too much to bear.
She enjoys the magick that October brings,
The macabre, the wicked, the damned,
and the adrenaline rush of a good horror story.
I have to let her out.
She comes along every year with the October Madness circus
In a cage with bars wrapped in big dark red bows.
She is let loose to play in my subconscious in the Creativity Forest
But out of respect and blackmail, she gets to show up in my physical life too.
So if you see me wearing everything and nothing black, blood red and lace.
Blasting music that would help my hips seduce the mightiest of them all.
Licking my bright red lips or howling at the moon.
Just know I am feeding the beast within.
For if she goes unattended to, bad, bad things will happen.
And there will be nothing I can do to cage her again.
Ms. Madness has arrived.