My Muse

My muse is smooth, with ivory complexion. Her full, pouty lips point in my direction. Her face is chiseled; no make-up required. Her beauty's breathtaking, never expired. She would look stunning draped in leather or lace. She has a renown, youthful, "commercial" face. She inspires me with her gaze of intrigue. She displays no sign of boredom or fatigue. She does not care about what others think. She holds a nonchalant stance, won't flinch or blink. She does not argue, nor carry on a fuss. It's quite tranquil when it's just the two of us. My sweet muse is not alive, nor is she dead. She poses proudly as a mannequin head.