She had a will of gun powder. Hair 24 karat
Honey cove lairs, mixed with hills of sun flower chair-lifts
Lips wore something for tare. Kiss? Nothing more rare
This budding soul-terrace. One wave is crushing your merit
So adorable. A Polaris-glow beaconed.
Scorcher in robe sequence. No torso of bones, eating.
Lit up sets like recording a grown Phoenix
Glamour. Sexy. Pro. Her camera's essence? Whoa.
Hardly an anorexic clone. The standard? Dresses. Vogue.
My little Prada laced Poodle. Rocking lingerie, crucial
Twirling locks of marmalade strudel on her way to where the monster's play brutal
Bourgeois cuckoo. Wouldn't even shave in the talent stream
Kept them on their toes, all slaves to a balance beam
The way up is Alice themed. Yes! Favorite analogy
Drippy roses. Paints them any color she wanted
Glitchy poses. Naked, summer scene sonnet
Couch's sore thumb. Calls the other three gah`bage
A putting green. Honest, yet still consumed with make believe
Been fly. Tink never had to glue or staple wings.
Her eyes bleed a perfect chartreuse for Maybelline
Sparkles, rouge & navel rings. Skirt leaks bronze apologies
Burning off the mahogany, in this churning pot of monotony
Constant ride of your life feeling. Surfer lost in tsunami dream
Nightmare portfolio. Billboards from Time Square to Tokyo
She doesn't. But if she did, YOU might share your Romeo
Line ushering models felt her heat like white knuckling hot coals
You're on one if you catch up to her prime, shuttling cosmos
A natural. Hyphy. Aphrodite under pastel lighting
It's weird in writing but she made all the Kiera Knightly's cancel striving
Naughty. Exquisite, lodging your interest. Strongly addictive
Fashion's coffee &'cigarettes for those wanting a snippet
Body paint, modern aged drawings of Winslett
Her Gobstopping ingredients last. Jaw-dropping. Diaz in'Mask
Spent her nights on the page, yet sleepless in mags
All you see is FREEDOM but her bereavement's entrapped
I mean a lot of girls are hot. She was Celsius bomb
Team player? Before you develop a bond she'd melt the baton
Had Chanel in her palm..&
You followed her eyes out the window. The devil's in blonde
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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