A slurry white lie does naught but add
To the all the sensuality which she had
Her sculpted frame, undying eyes
She, a goddess, despite her lies
Her witty humor and intelligent stead
Lends her forever a-swim in my head
Her confident independence gives me to chase
She struts all about with an unstoppable pace
Her hair pulsing in a short ‘“bob’by” tease
If only if only, her body I could lease
I would follow her down to the end of the age
Her beauty, innate unfit for a gage
Even just to chase, to crawl from the floor
Despite having nothing I’ll never feel poor
My Jordan, she walks in freedom and night
To see her face as it glows in the light…
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