Limousines, burnished and polished bright,
Carry her this magic night.
Carpets of red and trimmed with gold
Every seat and ticket sold.
She steps lightly from carriage, the crowd reacts,
Slightly shocked, taken back.
Clad in sheer backless gown, that is slit so high
To display shapely leg and thigh.
Known for dressing at the forefront of fashion
Knows how to show and cash in
By framing her beauty in couture not common
Certainly, in a style not solemn.
The gown she wears may shock, does not detract,
But only frames and proves the fact
The casing be not the most celebrated thing,
But the beauty of the woman encased within.
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Author:
Pete (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2023 03:12
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Were you there to see her Peter. 🤣
Andy
No, just watching Ms Kate Beckinsale arrive at the Oscars on TV, a common reaction.
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