Foolish young girl, in way over her head.

Brazen and cute from her toes to head,
feeling control over all that she met.

Martini olive shimmering skin;
contrasting with crystal white,
Miami Beach sand.

Emerald waters lapped at her feet.

Moves so inciting; jewelry for eyes.

Predisposed breasts influenced her ways.

A skeletal waist above thin shapely hips;
suspended by the harmonious length of her legs.

Naked veritable lasting command,
cradled the minds of the men that she met.

Her age and identity, a secret she kept.
No one could possibly guess.

Not the faintest of evidence,
that she was -
but a child.

She taunted and played,
passing herself around like a hat.