A wisp of a french lisp
An odd twist of a hip
A provocateur
A twiggy legged chic.
A morbid fantastic
Twirling around
The one way mirror
Her daily act
A who's the fairest
Moment,
Before she
Sallies forth.
She takes a brief moment
To strike her amorous poses
Planning elegant views
Hosannas in motion...
Casting her spells
Cupidity, her cue.
Hint of a tweak
So fake it is cute
Breathtaking beauty, designs
To bring out the beast.
The sinner who feigns
Deigning to reign,
At heart a bit unworldly
Rather a gullible saint.
Devotee deep
Singular in the
Shallow art of pleasing.
She tweaks your interest
Bats baby lashes
A tremble of lips
A wide eyed stare
A cute tilt of her chin
Eyes aslant planted
A coy glance soft painted
To cut your guts to slivers
With a stilleto thrust
twin coalblack daggers.
And as vain as she is regal
As odd as she is common
As dainty and demure
A little bit tramp
A little more goddess
A comely siren
A carnivorous woman....
Une femme qui fait pas mal
Une femme est une femme
Nothing venture nothing have
Is the soft song that she hums.
© Amrita Valan 2015
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