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Beauty’s Early Influence.

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.

Rented by many by the age of sixteen,
their status in queue on her answering machine.


In a few short years,
she would begin to lose luster.

Like a Ghost Orchid, when torn from a tree,
we weep in the absence of the beauty
we lose...