Bible Reader (Not Done) Poem by Alyssa Marquardt

Her legs are
white-
Incredibly smooth
and abnormally bright.
Goosebumps swiming.
Chills from below her skin emmitting.
The pink dress hugs her thighs.

She holds back a shiver-
Her chest is bare;
Making her body quietly quiver.
No surprise that they stare-
She is a site to see.
Nothing short of a billionaire-
Riches found in beauty's degree.

She rests her elbow on the table;
French tips making her stable.
Her hand smugly clasps a book-
A book of scripture.
The words in typography are
Her souls painted picture.

And she still hides
Behind the thinness of a skin-tight dress.
Behind the beautiful,
cascading mountains
of her chest.
She must be seen.
She wants to be his eyes' routine.
His look on her body brings her to life.
Temporarily fades away strife.

She believes in having faith.
Faith so strong,
that it shall never break.
She apprehends right from wrong,
Caught up for so long,
Her body is a temple.
A place of praise to God,
A place of praise from wrongful sinners.
Guys who wish to be the winner.

She wants them to believe her heart is for sell;
That she could fall under
their conspicuois spells.
But she would never
Endeaver
Such self-discrimating acts.
With God she has a pact
of innocence.

Yet, she still hides
Behind the thinness of a skin-tight dress.
Behind the beautiful,
cascading mountains
of her chest.
She must be seen.
She wants to be his eyes' routine.
His look on her body brings her to life.
Temporarily fades away strife.