Winner!
At the beach in your bikini
blowing off those also-rans
you posture in your playful way
with Gucci shades,
the latest Grisham novel.
At the gala you're exquisite
in your tiny cocktail dress.
Simple, black, short and sexy,
you shimmer like a morning mist,
the chandeliers are dancing in your eyes.
Home in your flannel night dress,
(the antithesis of sex),
tucking in the kids
and softly singing them to sleep,
you're Wonder Woman,
let me make you dinner!
I want to scream:
"The competition's done,
we have a winner!"
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2008
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