Stylish Ponytail Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I like to see midnight stars flash
like Hollywood cameras
at a world movie premiere.

I applaud a girl
with fierce independence
and a low neckline dress
with a sexy gold necklace.

I'm never offended
by sophisticated rejection
or the heel of a glamorous pump
bringing down the information upon my foot.

I'm so avid and breathless for perfume
and the stylish ponytail,
incontestably beholden
for dramatically dark eye shadow
and a mysterious stare.

Sometimes, I'm completely intoxicated
with the beauty of unequivocal lust
and gorgeous moments of the exuberant life.