Glamour
I am an unexplainable mystery, Someone all heads turn to see.
I enter swiftly quiet and quaint, Anything but a whisper so faint.
An essence filling an entire room, Everyone simply quietly assumes.
I am; desirable!
Several unfathomable itches, Make my presence delicious.
A humble adoring accessory, Finds me hanging truly pleasantly.
Accepting warmth within preludes, False intentions often never presumed.
For, I am; truly pure of heart!
My spirit often quite alarmed, To feel; the essence of my charm.
My mind deniable- astute, About others’ sexual pursuits.
Oblivious to my striking allure, Flesh; I don’t necessarily adore.
My beauty hides; deep inside an enticement!
Soft gentle gestures peruse, Leaving many eyes amused.
I have wit of quick clever, Leaving lust ‘hard’ to measure.
It’s not my pretty poised face, That finds me standing in desires space.
The lure, is yet to be adequately; defined!
Your flesh burns with musty yearn, Life’s passionate lessons; I have yet to learn.
Mens’ sexual imaginations inflated, My female subconscious masturbated.
Now I’m being physically drawn, To the moister of a primitive dawn.
My polite social grace; adorns your throbbing seed!
Your sharp piercing masculine measure, Has me searching a golden treasure.
You capture my youthful innocents, Life seeking sweet consequence.
A taste of my candy cotton mouth, Finds you traveling quickly south.
From the nectar of heaven; you drink!
You’ve been left in the after mass of overwhelming feelings,
I’m undoubtedly a goddess; sexually appealing!
