How she walked those
heels were magical
Each step commanded decorum
Mouth aghast, wives clung
to their husbands in fear
A beauty without
company
A damsel
She could pass for a
fine painting by experts
A body only fit for
goddess
The reason bachelors
work to impress
Only in luck did I get
a chance to converse with her
Pity I suppose enveloped
her to listen
Yet she accompanied my
sojourn
Have I found favor or
in a trance, perhaps she was tipsy?
Bright and early my
soul surges and beside me lay the damsel
I had conquered the
world last night
An achievement worthy
of note to friends
She slept still as I
beheld her face
Alas, she was not that
damsel anymore
With the makeup had
the beauty gone
The freshness was no
more but acne
She was painted
I had been deceived
I had slept with a
figment of beauty
I had slept with
makeup
A story not fit for mention.
