Portrait of Susan C

PORTRAIT OF SUSAN C. If you glance at Susan Three days in a row same pose same tilt of head same diverted eyes brows raised firm round lips She says something different Each ardent flip I suppose it’s the passionate red dress – how it hangs in perfect V only a suggestion of feminine property how it further urges her tinted ivory skin Oh! And the long sleeves – how they paint those meaningful finger slims Yes! The dress – It quite overcomes Well Susan is blond Really blond – long-hair-hanging blond – It sweeps round her ears To frame a coquettish-near smile She’s fair enough for movie fame Yet? Take the expression away And…well… It’s back to the dress for a while Oh there’s so much movement In those hanging folds – none the same – So much suggestion Even softness satin flame Ummm humm… hmmmm To end though The whole is T-Susan The ever notorious tease – the come-on slight show of flesh those white clear eyes of kidney pool blue Damn! lady! Pity the poor sap Runs into you Dave Austin