You the tall cool blond
with legs that never end.
Sophisticated(it would appear) as a dry martini
shaken never stirred.
Real touch of class
designer tits ‘n’ ass
(courtesy of Daddy)
torn fishnets
adding just the right touch of sleeze
Annoying habit of
saying “Oh, please...”
“Oh, please...! ”
A little tease
A little skirt
(nice knickers)
Such a flirt!
Such curves!
Such perfection!
But Catch 22
no brain.
And you could leave me for her
“Oh, please...! ”
Dee Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/portrait-of-my-rival/
