Mistaken

Who is this Flawless that you speak of?

Are her onyx eyes exotic?

Are her supple breasts orgasmic?

If Flawless must be corporeal

Forgive me, I am not her.

Like air, I am intangible

I stand when I must kneel

I soar when I am bound

I am Strength.

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