No Clue Of This Beauty Poem by Terio Ruiz

Cat burglar is she when she fits into
Those black leather bottoms
Her weight fits in her skin
Like two hydrogens and one oxygen fit into an ice tray
My lips release a wow
When she’s in a white and blue stripped dress
And in a night looking coat
Having the sensation to ask me a question
If the atmosphere tips properly
Her skin matches the gold of the sun
Wearing business casual
With a rose of peppermint caught in her hand
Makes my pupils ignore her to keep my thoughts a secret
The joke is that the gents have no clue of this beauty
Filling me with thrills since I’m the only one watching
The zero slope of her tendency to dress up
Lets me know that she flaunts frequently
Not fearing the fire from her that flickers.