Doesn’t everything look stunning?
Shoulders out, black dress
Displaying your youthful body
Firm breasts, wonderfully crafted,
An amazing figure line, curvy
White pearls around your neck
A warm smile stealing men’s hearts
And yes, it’s all about you
Since the night is so young,
You can run a little wild
While your bones are still strong,
And your hair so dark,
Blowing with the cool wind on your back
And who there is to judge?
What do they know about you?
Except the captivating beauty in their eyes
Like a goddess dressed in gold, glowing
Ancient and yet stunning as ever
All longing to trophy a young and free spirit
Like it is a contest of the quickest
How improper and shaming?!
Their minds empty of reality,
Unaware of the shadow under your feet
Holding within the tears of the past
Carefully hidden in the dark
The long days of bruises, abused,
And cold nights of scorn,
And here they are, scaling your actions
What do they know? Why even try?
But I don’t scale you my dear,
Cause I heard what our shadows told each other
Running images through our minds
Of the days far behind
When all was out of reach
Stretching but unable to touch
Except the thick glass we peered through
As our eyes held wonder
Of the beautiful world beyond