Alabaster skin & your eyes smoky &
curling,
Your looks to men, in silence, darting,
hurling,
Come-hither message translated in their
minds,
Ectoplasm ribbons that enticingly ties
& binds.
Your kissable lips, inviting all to taste
& take a sip,
Only to be sorely spurned when they begin
to dip,
Corporal Goddess, you whom upon rests all
eyes,
Men desire & femme wants to be before
she dies.
Of classic silver screen, long gone before
our time,
Superlative elegance of feminal, superior
& divine,
Hair of gold, spun by God´s hand with his fair
thread,
Magical
alchemy, bestowed upon your noble head.
Lady of those colder climes, of all our wildest
dreams,
Bequeaths us tears on screen, in many copious
streams,
Set by us on pedestal, not made of blood, flesh
& bone,
When we get too close, you say, “I just want
to be alone”.
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