sole responsibility

You're an impish force
of the universe's
knowing of itself.
You let on all sly

In fact, though, you
are a white hot swirling
molten core of mystery,
incandescent and on the fly.
Incarnate in human female form,
as usual you sway sweetly shy
and impudent and bold you hold. 
Yank everyone in range of yo'
electromagnetic field.

No one's any the wiser
but you
on this mystique
you might
just
have
to wield.