Her jet-black tresses shine,
in the sheen of ebony
Or her hair glitters
like glinting strands of gold
Her eyes a shade
of sparkling jade
Or her hazel brown eyes
like bronze sunset skies
Her cheeks have a blush
of the red of rubies
Her arms shimmer
as does diamond dust
Her skin is radiant
like mother \'o\' pearl
Her neck and figure,
sinuous and slender
as a diamond back snake
The coy quiver of her two lips
like blossoming tulips
Yeah, witness the creativity of the Almighty
The vast beauty in all variety..
Her nails one could fancy
are pink sapphire
Ah, she is a man\'s main desire
She ignites in him wild passion\'s fire.
But the terrific miss
may not always marry,
just any Tom, Dick or Harry
And even if a guy may be a lady-killer,
He may meet his match, a femme-fatale!