Orchid Woman

Oh you know the type— the orchid woman a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips between snips of gist her charisma a starship —collides with your star-full eyes supernova for Casanova her pouty lips knit a magazine smile rows of sugar-white pearls strung shiny straight behind wet-red slicks of a Revlon stick —cherry-juice bait dilates your want to taste orchid woman’s glamorized mouth for the masses to idolize for many to fantasize for her to tantalize and advertise there’s no need to compromise with you or your penny-candy conversation— when beauty is legal tender why invest in a waste of words? ooh, orchid woman w-i-l-d an exotic sun-tanned narcotic erotic her despotic bloom quixotic your contemplation; your entangled-limbs-expectation that this frilly filly blooms just for you and oh! just look how the honey makers buzz and money-makers spend their sums— worker bees blinded by her blonde neon fall in her wake… or maybe “diamond pro’s” bling stings and wrings their eyes …who cares who falls.. when mere red rose adorations and sticky sap Hallmark incantations bear not the fruits of 24-karat donations— Mmm! Mmm! her traipse does shake like mango jelly sweet orchid woman’s long-stemmed catwalk walk; full-rounded bouncy-buoyant.. yet racy yup.. a thoroughbred— she’ll have you ridin’ high to your credit and blame you won’t feel her stiletto tips when she diva-gold-digs ya as nothing more than a runway-ramp all slinky-strut-hips and stay-the-night-vamp till fly girl wields her strappy high-heels in a rhythmical click-clack all over the next middle-age stage indeed! orchid woman a hot-house hottie fussy stuffy lil hussy— ...too much water? ….not enough water?! oh no! she’s wilted— sniffle.. snivel.. “where did I go wrong?!!” mm-hmm.. high maintenance is s-u-c-h a turn on… yeah… orchid woman is w-i-l-d (eye roll..)