She enjoys being a little more than a handful
Bright and brilliant in ways most only dream about
Attaining a sense of mystery with added wonder
That is all her own
Dripping wet velvet verse
*** on stilts
Never learning how to turn it down
Or if she even had the ability
No, her talents did not lay in the realm of constraint
But in that of the exotic, obnoxious, aroused and uninhibited
She never met a soul she could not charm
Or one that she could not ******
Cracking open their fragile shells like oysters
Flooding them with compliments
Softening their regard
Then quickly slurping out their mettle with a talented tongue
She will leave you weak kneed
Your mouth wet and dry at the same time
Unable to make up its mine
Whispering her name as you are left staring after her
Breathing deeply of the cloud of her perfume
In her eyes you thought  you saw heaven
In her smile you know you saw hell