Rita Hayworth, Jessica Rabbit, Elizabeth First,
Such is the nature of my habit,
With Emerald orbs that light fires within,
Make me nearly rabid, can’t be a sin,
So parched with craving,
Assure myself I’m not misbehaving,
She’s got skin like Dresden China,
When sun-kissed, speckled,
Like pebbled, snow covered ground,
Ruby bowed lips, bring forth kisses,
None finer to be found,
Her form resembles an hourglass,
Her hips they sway, with effortless bombast,
Her legs sashay, conquer thoroughfares,
Arms held out, to this man who dares,
Oh so eager to have his face,
Once more veiled by her hairs scarlet embrace
