I feel all powerful woman, most of the time, <br />Like nothing can hold me back <br />I am the speeding train roaring down the track <br />And my strength knows no bounds. <br />But bring a man into the picture and all changes <br />Suddenly I'm weak and my power shifts. <br />Men it seems, are my kryptonite. <br />Robbing me of my common sense <br />And my will to resist sin and flesh. <br />I wonder if Superman craved his kryptonite, <br />Even as he cursed it, <br />If he needed it, like breath, like water, like food. <br />If kryptonite was his drug of choice. <br />I see broad shoulders swinging my way, <br />And the weakness settles in, <br />The thoughts in my head diminish <br />Until all I crave is his skin next to mine. <br />Lust, like poison flows through me <br />Infecting me at my most basic level. <br />There isn't a cure for this, just distance, <br />Just knowing for my own good, <br />I need to keep away, keep my head clear. <br />Aww...but for those moments, <br />Before I am consumed <br />And spit out again, <br />Kryptonite is all I crave.<br /><br />Sandra Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kryptonite/
