The Precipice For Risa

So what then of sisterhood Risa?

Art thou not a woman?

Have thine eyes not seen our struggle?

Is it really worth the man?

 

And what of the promise

A man keeps for his woman?

Is it truly the disloyal you crave?

To want so bad the infidel,

can respect be salvaged for you?

 

Oh, yesss….

    Tell me of an artist’s desire

and the fervor to create.

What then is your passion

when your only aspiration

is to have another’s muse?

 

Please – TAKE IT

As it means so much to you

That you willingly disrespect

A fellow female’s moral code (and honor…)

yet even more yourself in doing so.

 

But beware the contempt you

may suffer one day.

As it is in doing this,

a deeper self you betray.

 

I say, to you this, RISA –

Is it worth the penis?

Is it worth the kiss?

 

You may find yourself falling

far beyond this precipice.


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