Jess Bineth

Jess, a girl of exotic delight
with fingers fine, a soul of light.
Trinkets tingling from her wrist
and of design a creature kissed
by colour and passion,
clever and calm.
Blue eyes and porcelain skin,
A secret hiding in her lips.
A subtle smile, and clever tricks,
And stories and gossip she says like a bird
And whispers all the things shes heard.
Giggling subtly in an ear
And all these words shall disappear
Those photos which are deemed divine
Like sensation, carved and fine,
She snaps them up like oysters rare
With tasty treats inside to share.
And in this way she spreads a thing
Of culture, love, and words to sing.
A mafia enthusiast and confusion worth,
Some silly words escape her mouth
She yells them out with little doubt!
And when shes drunk and roundabout,
A blonde is free to yell and shout.
She's silly, sweet, bright, and dark,
and sincere to smart remark.
Such a thing one cannot decipher,
In the poem of a lowly writer.