| Magnetism And Other Tales Of Attraction |
| You know… They say that opposites attract Like we're some absurd human magnet But we know better We are what we are We like what we like Opposites don't attract I was sitting in my car The motor running When she dove in through my window And said drive, go, hurry I just ripped off a Vice Cop I had seen her around Hanging with the same crowd as me Briefly here, then there I was the ladies man I liked them small and dainty Fragile and precious She was a man girl A jungle fighter In flannel shirt camouflage Levis, and work boots To hide her figure A butterfly knife in her hip pocket To protect her from the men she hated She was a disease With a chronic giggle And an infectious smile I drove I didn't know to where She didn't care We drove for a while And ended up at my house A room in the pool house Next to the Jacuzzi I don't think she understood Why she was there Or why she was attracted to me Or why I would be Attracted to her But I was We talked for too long Till there was nothing left To say with words She let me strip away Her camouflage She let me see Her woman uncovered She let go Of who she was She let herself surrender To my touch She caressed me gently And giggled And smiled as I probed Deep into her We stayed in that bed For almost a week Exploring ourselves As we explored each other Till it was time to go I took her back to the spot Where we had met We kissed each other One last time And she disappeared Back into the night Back into the streets A jungle fighter A man woman warrior On a mission I never saw her again Others had seen her Here and there But I never sought her out My little soul magnet That could never be We were opposites And everyone knows... Opposites don't attract |
