Oh dear! There she is,
Swiftly stepping, with flair
A pure walk as art
Those legs, magnificently beating attention
Her hypnotic demeanor
Where from? A vixen in the desert
Smells as pleasant as cookies right out the oven
More like a piece of rose littered on a lily of the valley garden
Indeed
Skin smooth as talc
Coloured like canary
Hazel eyes like the gold skyline of a summer evening
Compelling as an enchantress should
Like tulips,
Lips as attractive as strawberries
Broadly spread out smiles, my euthanasia
A kiss off those lips, an antidote
There she is!
