Allure
I know that pout, lassie,
that downward, coy glance,
pretty red, rosebud lips,
your deceit for romance.
Butter melt in your mouth ?
Nay, it sours in your churn,
every young man's undoing
and respect you'll not earn.
Those long, thick black lashes
flutter over pink cheek,
golden brown eyes alluring,
turning jelly knees weak.
Go, cover your shame,
drape a veil o'er your hat.
I'll not fall for your posturing,
as I'm stronger than that.
**Disclaimer: The picture is the image of someone I know
By cherryk
© 2017 cherryk
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