Some woman walks from lakeshore matinee
Taking the wrong way intentionally
She seems to draw mens attention
She pushes her long curly burgandy hair
Dry as grain of wheats
From her piercing deep brown eyes
Spacious but hallow
Her red ***** lips
Smile for forgiveness
Her leather and silk
Squeak against
Her slender bare legs
Which expose old scars
Drawn to her skinny luxury heels
That clunk loudly with strides
To a black BMW
With incredible power
But with shinny chrome wheels
That reflect back innocence
She drives to a beach shore condo
On the underground side
Where she lives alone
Postcards of countries on a red fridginare
Hide debt of unhappiness
Wigs hang in a closet
Littered with tissue
Along with a mirror
To remind her of her TRUE SELF
Before she falls into her pattern
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 12:19 PM UTC
Some woman walks from lakeshore matinee
Taking the wrong way intentionally
She seems to draw mens attention
She pushes her long curly burgandy hair
Dry as grain of wheats
From her piercing deep brown eyes
Spacious but hallow
Her red ***** lips
Smile for forgiveness
Her leather and silk
Squeak against
Her slender bare legs
Which expose old scars
Drawn to her skinny luxury heels
That clunk loudly with strides
To a black BMW
With incredible power
But with shinny chrome wheels
That reflect back innocence
She drives to a beach shore condo
On the underground side
Where she lives alone
Postcards of countries on a red fridginare
Hide debt of unhappiness
Wigs hang in a closet
Littered with tissue
Along with a mirror
To remind her of her TRUE SELF
Before she falls into her pattern
