An homage to the golden days of Hollywood, and the sultry sirens that sizzled on the big silver screen.
goddess of the silver screen
every man’s fantasy
luscious charms beguile bewitch
a most gorgeous mystery
golden lady of sensuous gaze
a beauty sure to mesmerize
face sculpted by a master’s hand
so seductive as to scandalize
her stare whispers come hither boy
as it floats above a comely pout
spellbound by her big magic eyes
she holds your soul with no way out
her tongue tip teases her top lip’s. edge
like a supple paintbrush flowing
this woman-girl’s smile will hypnotize
then wrap around you knowing
you are now her helpless captive
quite hopelessly addicted
in the velvet grip of this smoldering vamp
but is she an angel — or fiery wicked
rob kistner © 2021
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