#classy
Madam of marvellous
Amazing pure adulterated allure
Raunchy and riding your veins and creating the **** seductive confidence we hide from the day , its like Madam turns from drab to fab
Tonight , a true , trendy femme comes out to play .
Iconic intoxicating
Naughty , nice which side of the coin to be
Innocent ? no pure sass
Martini can be ***** , saucy yet all bubbly and fruity
Espresso electric energy
Madam of mystery and marvel
She can be the the classic girl everyone can rely on or she can be a **** star everyone wishes to try for them selves
Is he an innocent maiden or ready to find her cheeky flity , embrace the fire , the pure powers of the female seduction?
Is she a plain Jane by day and hint of pickle spice by night
1am comes , shoes off wondering the streets looking for comfort and reminisce the charming , fierce flame she becomes with a martini in hand
What a special thing , but is it her vice or medicine ?
Martini miss martini is now a women of marvel and class
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
You’re sunshine in spring,
A pure smile so shy,
Introvert and classy,
A warmth passing by.
Natural and cool,
Beauty deep and true,
Photogenic spirit,
Lovely through and through.
Always understanding,
Open to life's art,
Strong yet gentle kindness,
Friendship from the heart.
Spontaneous laughter,
Plans out of the blue
Dear sweetest sunshine,
I'm glad I met you.
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC
She walks with her head held high
Because she knows her purpose
She’s a woman put on this Earth to succeed
The class that she has didn’t come from any public school
Her class was learned from the nature she lives by
As well as from the strong women in her life
She struts her stuff for herself
Why shouldn’t she, it’s her isn’t it?
She speaks with clarity and purpose
Everything she touches turns to royalty
She’s well aware of what she wants out of life
This woman knows that people will dislike her
She’s well aware that ain’t her problem but every part of theirs
She’s independent
See, sis knows a man should add value to her life
Not become the reason she has one
Each day, sis lives her absolute best life
She knows that she’s the best within herself
And shines like the golden star she is
8/21/2018
-Mia J
© 2018 Mia J
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 8:35 PM UTC
One was left reeling
The other went on with life
Two people words exchanged
On a Thursday at 2:00 pm
Feelings emotions intentions coming to light
One’s truth blindsiding the other’s truth
4 months of you and me
Trickled down to a 20 minute text exchange
That’s what I was worth to you.
Her reply unshaken disappointment
His reply an aloof “don’t be stranger … let’s be friends”
Silent tears mourning the idea of what could have been - she refused to let him see her break .
Him going about life - realizing he might not really want a clean break.
Me saying take care - walking away
You saying add me on social media - trying to keep me in your life
Words said can’t be unsaid
This is how the story of us ends.
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
When someone tells
"You are my moon"
That's deep
They want to
Keep you
In their sky
Realize that
Isn't it exquisite?
What the Moon
Stands for
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC
She was a wonder of Nature, a special
thing,
Had this lovely aura about her
The way she held herself, the way she
moved.... way she spoke her words
A real classy Lady that's for sure... a proper woman
What the hell she was doing with me I don't know.
Anyway I invited her to my house one day for tea
She so wanted to see where I lived
She was only in the door when she playfully ran her little
index finger
Along the surface of my little black table in the hall
And then holding it up for me to see, for my inspection
Revealed a big unsightly blob of dust, a most incriminating
smudge
She smiled a cute little reproachful smile
"It's true Baby", I said," I've been neglecting things of late, been
letting things slip
Ever since I met you, I've been so preoccupied
Been so preoccupied with thoughts of you
You're always in my head Girl, your... your great beauty, your...your
incredible loveliness
You've been driving me to Distraction Baby
And Hey! I like the view from down there, it's great! "
I had her sit down in my front room, she hadn't been sitting
long
When she pointed at the floor, at my carpet
"You know you've got a hole there in your carpet, a big hole"
And "Look!" she said pointing further down the room
"There's another one over there... and another!"
"What can I say Babe", I said, "you know you have me half
demented
Every night you got me pacing up and down, back and forth
You're this beautiful obsession to me Darling
You got me walking the floor over you Baby
Been thinking about you so hard, and so often
Now I plum gone and worn out my bleedin' carpet
Worn it out with all my walking".
At this she smiled a lovely kind sympathetic smile.
When I came back in the room with the tea
She said to me, she said "You know over in your corner there
Did you know you got a big cobweb and a spider ?"
"Oh! I said.....Oh Her! So you met my Spider
She's not just any old Spider you know
She... she's my... my Love Spider" I said proudly.
"Your Love Spider", she said a bit skeptically,
"Yea! I never had the heart to take her down
Why! She reminds me so much of you Darling
Reminds me of how awesome your powers are
And how futile it is to resist,
Reminds me of how wonderfully caught up I am
In your lovely sweet sticky web
Of gooey gorgeousness and outrageous delights.
With this she looked at me long and hard
Until suddenly there broke upon her lips this lovely enchanting smile,
"You know", she said,"you're so adorable you are, how I love you so".
P.S. "Phew!" I thought to myself,"that was a close one".
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC
she walks with grace
and a deep, earned sense of place
she smiles
and as laughs tickle at her waist
others around can't help but follow in haste
she has no nickname,
no joke or snicker surrounding her frame
no clever breadcrumbs
to tell the story of how she became
she simply is, and exists as a flame
she has an air of peace,
and a soft, subtle feeling of ease
she opens her lips
and as she speaks
tears from his eyes begin their leaks.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
Standing there a classy guy
Wearing perfect suit with cutie tie
Staring at beautiful sky
Running away from meeting eye
Flying with birds and butterfly
Trying to hide a little lie
Being okay to say another goodbye
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
Can't keep up with these kids
Outrun, outclassed
Left flat on my ***
Trying to reach a new level
Making bargains with a devil
Got left in the dirt
Feelings hurt
That's why I sold my soul
Soulless, No emotions
Now try to read my cards
Opinions inflicted wounds
Labels covered me
Until I washed them clean
Now I won't let anybody place me in a box
I'm cunning, You can call me Mr Fox
Cuz I'm unique, Individuality, Totally me
May never be on top
But I am everything else that you're not.
©2018 Written By Benji James
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
Old souls like me may just remain present
The throwback, old days manifested
Souls with ways out of style evident
Thinking like the world is infested
Old souls slumming it their very own way
The ones who still do things like the did then
Still keeping it classy every day
People who study the ways of the men
For oldest hearts and classic souls, it stays
It’s worth the standing out, the ridicule
Doing things the good way, the way that pays
Old souls don’t make fire, we make strong fuel
Old souls who keep it always fully class
Old souls like beautifully lit stained glass
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Tonight, I don't feel classy,
so put away the fine glasses,
and bring me a plastic cup and a bottle of your worst wine.
Then, leave me alone.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ls8-pk4IS4
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
shirtless and drinking my six dollar sangria from a measuring cup.
never has the formula been so close to be solved. the exact moment when we can say we have made it.
twenty four onces in and my neighbor seems to be a little put off.
this same man comes outside once a day to ask me about college without even putting pants over his underwear so tonight I figure indifference is key.
Summer is a gross mess, even when your doing nothing you find yourself pouring sweat through your white button ups, you looked fine leaving and now that your here doing your best to sound interesting to girl at the bookstore you just look slightly sadder and fatter than before.
thirty six ounces and red teeth tell me that we have made it.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
Dress to **** don't show everything.
Pass smiles, be polite to everyone.
Keep your voice down, never to laugh out loud.
Eat a modest portion, and only one piece of cake.
Walk gracefully, poise in every move.
Sit up straight, legs daintily crossed.
Hold your wine glass by the stem, never by the bowl.
Take a sip by looking into, never over the glass.
There's nothing in the world like proper etiquette.
You can always tell a lady has good breeding
by how effortlessly classy she is.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Fancy gowns flitting around swaying to the soft jazz,
stopping to mingle with a glass of wine in hand,
or sitting solemnly at scarlet clothed table.
I sit alone, staring into a glass that helps drown my past.
A hand reaches out,
a smile so soft it's able to make those years fade
the years of pain and loss, the year of the most bitter winter
“come and dance with me”
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
I'm a classy lady
Or so I say
I cannot always trust her
I'm the sort of gal that would sit and write this
while at the lavatory
Don't worry me none
Because I'm classy
Trust me, I would know
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
Who are you to tell me I'm no good?
***** you
And your classy ways
I'd rather be a pig
Than a trained dog
Be myself
And just let life
Take me far away in this universe of gray
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
i find
that the word ****
is a poetic word.
**** you"
is harsh
rude
and
brash.
**** me"
is ******
crass
and
not classy.
**** it"
means a lot,
like ***** these ideas
***** what is thought.
I find
**** it
is a good phrase.
The other two
negative,
one that's positive
sometimes.
**** it,
implys a lot.
And in this case
it implied
forgetting
what the others
thought
and how others
saw
us.
-r.y.s
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
I don't know what you think of the word "wicked";
but where I come from it's a funny thing. It doesn't mean evil or sad.
We say "That's wicked cool." It's meaning rings the same as, "That's the ticket!"
Wicked means more; and more hope can't be all that bad.
I guess what I'm saying is, you're "Wicked" nice.
Despite your talent, your wall is full of other people's "Hope".
Vanity is certainly not your choicest vice.
Empathy, perhaps, would better fit the scope.
Your story's still being written down; I'm not sure where that path will stray.
I don't know if it will end in fire or ice- or if either would suffice-
but were Robert Frost here, (and from my home town) he'd say
"I've heard the name. That chick's wicked dope."
Thanks for being Wicked Cool, Wicked Hope
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
Roses are red violates are blue
Like a rose with no more thorns
Your gaze makes me no more blue
Days I spend hoping to meet you
Nights I dream of holding you too
Battered, broken and a little shy too
How do I do it, how do I get to you
You’re beautiful, cute and classy too
Hope I can be the right one for you
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC