Spoken Word: Genie Lamp

The camp fire was blazing brightly
As the beer keg was flowing contently
Her voice echoing cheers and encouragement
That vocalization expressed alcohol influenced commitment
Was it her magnetized sound that invoked my intervention
Or my curious mind that led me to question her relation
Fluidly she orates to me the intrinsic part of her history
Unravelling her accomplishment, her lamp, and her genie

The garments she adorned barely covered the lamp of faith
Well manicured hair, nails and face are highlights of her traits
Revealing everything she needs can be acquired through a wish
This gifted lamp she insist is nature's blessed dish
Though many begged few have got a chance to rub the lamp
For too many hands can cause blemish she'll be deemed tramp
She says "If after a few rubs and virtue I do not see
I know it's a useless wish unworthy and do not impress the genie

For any materialistic thing can be obtained through realization
The aura and virtue to satisfaction rest on proper presentation
Promises, gifts and vibrant strokes can instigate a wishing well
Though some may hope to dig and toss it's only a few can tell
The oil that flows in the lamp of joy that burns so bright
Comes from the one who stroke the lamp and stroke it right
The taste of accomplishment covers the tongue of solid labor
Thereby destroying the body for pleasure that intentional savor
She says "The fiery entrance to my heart no man will ever see
If they cannot properly stroke my lamp and please my genie