I Met A Girl With The Lotd Poem by Francie Lynch

I met a girl
With the look of the day.
Unadorned, not plain;
No ink or glitter
On skin, smooth
As warm water,
Therapeutic as epsom.
She wore no
Liner to draw attention:
Her eyes caught you,
Even closed.
Lips, blistered
With satiation,
Were drop dead read.
No ring could improve
The gleen from her nails.
No piercing couture;
Her style is what makes her,
Her clothes always fit her.
She's quiet, not shy,
Yet the slightest disturbance
Sets her about.
She's a captress
And flawless;
Reminding us daily
Our birth beauty
Is ageless.