Languid
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She had a languid demeanor as all eyes were upon her.
Her face like porcelain, never allowing a smile to occur.
Along the red carpet she gracefully stepped slowly,
Not considering others, as if she felt them somehow lowly.
An elegant gown draped over her perfect goddess like form.
On such an icy night, it was hardly designed to keep her warm
Her delicate hands were pale, fingers slender, nails pearly.
She was not a minute late, nor even a minute early.
Pausing for a camera shot, she took a pose utterly divine.
Her ruby red lips caught the light as they shone like wine.
Raven hair shimmered caught by the cameraman’s flashes.
Her blue eyes beguiled, with the languid flutter of lashes.
Ushered to her seat, she failed to acknowledge anyone.
Many engaged in conversation and many drinking having fun.
She spoke not a word. Still no smile from her beautiful lips.
The wine poured, she raised a glass and took tiny sips.
When a question was directed to her, she answered politely.
Obvious she felt otherwise concerned or discomfort slightly.
Her undeniable beauty, that she must be adored, belied her.
Reason for the languid demeanor, the empty chair beside her.
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