Step out.
Toes painted racy; red.
Heel touches the ground...
It's sultry hot, here.
Her blond mane curling
Around a heart shaped face
She was drawn,
Perfect.
Gawking you watch..
Her thighs, sheathed in black;
Muscles rippling as she
Steps out.
She blinks feline green eyes
As the cameras pop and flash,
A Million pictures to go on everyday covers
Like Glamour magazine.
Black Versace clings to her
All thin, and lithe,
Starving;
For attention.
She gives a little speech,
Thanking you; everyone
For their support,
Before waving vaguely,
And
Sashaying down the aisle,
Into comforting darkness,
Away from the prying eyes
of her adoring fans.
2:25 AM 8-28-02