6/2/12

Ava Adored
By Wendy L. Schmidt


God was really cooking,
when he made this tasty dish,
a dark haired, scrumptious baby,
served on a southern wish.

Eyes that rival Venus,
deep cleft in her chin,
He left her barely legal,
a Carolina sin.

Ready for a challenge,
to pay the devil's dues,
murmur of mystique,
and cold hard hit of booze.

Snake bit by her charm,
a man won't mind the venom,
it smoothly slithers through
his bloodlines pulsing rhythm.

He'll go down for the count,
grasping at her waist,
fall through supple arms
with a smile on his face.

She'll laugh at her lost love.
She'll finish his last sip,
She'll smoke his Cuban stogie
and leave a lavish tip.

Plays with nasty big boys,
swears like salty sailors,
won't even draw the shades,
to camouflage her lovers.

Don't bring her home to mama.
She'll kill your mama dead.
One look at sultry Ava,
ma takes to her bed.

Mickey, Frank and Artie,
men with mighty guns,
Didn't pack the ammo,
when all was said and done.

Fair Barefoot Contessa,
Humphrey, Mr. Hughes.
Show Boat in the summer,
killer winter blues.

Silver image tarnished,
didn't mind the mess,
staged in heat and passion,
the girl had no regrets.

One hundred watts of smile,
one hundred fatal flaws,
a woman with a habit,
of sharpening her claws.

Never fool with Ava,
she's smoking hot and bound,
to put you in the mood,
then put you in the ground.


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