With your sly smile,
You’ve made grown men gasp,
Tempted by a mere glance,
To divulge in your feminine wiles.

Go baby, all the way,
Words are so overrated anyway,
You’ve got the looks they want to screw,
Their eyes pant after your every move.

The women they see,
The way you outshine them easily,
Some of them want to be you,
When they know average won’t do.

It’s so easy when you’re in demand,
The longing of every eager hand,
In your light I cannot believe,
What they might ever see in me.

I want to love you for your grace,
And wipe suspicion from my face,
It’s so common to fall pray,
To the crowd’s jealous sway.

Your full bosom and willowy waist,
Color the palette of general tastes,
I cannot compete with those curves,
You have the spirit and you have the nerve.

It’s not your fault your,
A princess born among housewives,
Your just that lucky star whose,
Destined for the glamorous life.

I won’t hate your long legs and,
Swimming baby blues, for,
Who could ever bear you evil?
While your goddess shines through?

There are the pretty girls,
And then there are women like me,
Driven to ridiculous states by,
The truth of your distinct beauty.