Bette Poem by Granville Holt

Bette

A snow bath will sure freeze-frame steel blue eyes,
Don't panic, wait for her sudder of delight,
The eyes will tell you if you miss her sighs,
And make believe, to put you in a fright.
Remember this girl is obsessed with play,
Your emotions being her dare-me stage,
Never be surprised at what she might say,
Her secret, let the woman in you rage!
Cat like senses grasp your weakness and pounce,
A labyrinth of brutal honesty,
Lovely deceits, in every lovely ounce,
An abundant loyal heart for luxury.

Nobody's fool but Love itself. Her kiss,
With those eyes and smile, you will always miss.