Catching A Star

Nicole Swarzinger is a doll with class, and worthy of gentlemanly attention,

And while she struts her curves, this serves to draw us in with mindful retention,

As she's a figure bulging with refinement taste, and her fashion in not a passion to waste,

And her glossy appearance is an adherence, as beneath this paste is thoughtful grace. 

She has a meek character of standing, and speaks gentle words that penetratingly sooth,

A respectful paradox that clashes with her sweet voice singing lyrics with a provocative groove,

But she is the host of both, and conducts herself in a musical parody to toast and cheer,

Which we like and love with appreciation, as this supplication is wonderful to see and hear. 

Long black hair drapes her face, silk threads that glisten, reflecting a shine to mirror,

And when she moves this bounces with flare, brushing on her cheeks that smoulder,

Red embers glowing under a smooth skin smoking hot, that can flush and blush

With a hush, as she is coy, in the sense of pretence, of a shush of our lust. 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/01/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.