Heels n Lace,
And an oh-so-sensual face,
Atop which, a pony tail:
Golden, fair.

What I’d give to
Run my fingers, lightly,
Through that heavenly hair.
And your eyes, a-twinkle
With who knows what mischief,
Awaiting some lucky guy
(Or gal) to give so much joy
And- just a wee bit of grief!

Oh what I’d give to be your toy
To be played with, indulge your every whim,
Your very own guy, to,
When you’re done, destroy.