By Frank Weber
Copyright ©2024
She’s a bouncy Irish Girl
porcelain skin
and rust-fire hair
eyes polished from
emerald whispers
and desires all plucked
from her own pot of gold
her smile sets to glow
from pale jade petals
without thorns
a blushing rose in
silken fingertips
held beneath her chin
just enough to kiss
her lips and bring
out a playful smile
but the porcelain and gemstones
petals and florid hair
can become a mask
above the bouncy playful smile
one that hides the thorns
one that muffles a
banshee’s screams
if ever a hand were to reach
into her golden stash
even though she pulled that hand
and kissed those fingertips
and led that hand
to her treasures
that were now suddenly taboo
but she’s forever that Irish Girl
bouncing and happy
carefree and playful
with sparkling emerald whispers
that cast shades of olive and sage
across an alabaster neck and shoulder
down across shimmering
glass-glazed skin
and rust-fire hair
all of it flowing into vines
and thorns and petals
draping down across her back
with a glance back to you
with polished eyes of emerald glow
that speak of desire
and treasure
within an offer of her
pot of gold.
About Frank Weber:
Frank Weber is a freelance writer from Erie, Pennsylvania. He has been published in several print and digital magazines, local interest books and advertising campaigns as both writer and model. His work encompasses a firm conviction, a simple honesty in written word and enough of a raw edge to make people feel what they read. Website: www.frankietatts.com
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