Frank F. Atanacio Poetry

She was cunning,
quite stunning,
an angel,
a very attractive female,
by anyone’s standards,
or by anyone who would care at all,
she was slender,
and not too tall,
her skin soft and fair,
her face smooth and clear,
her shoulders were square,
and her exposed arms
looked quite muscular and strong,
fingernails filed and kept long,
her eyes
were almond,
both in shape and size,
her hair hung loosely,
men were just afraid to approach,
so none would call,
and her beauty was her down-fall.

Poet: Frank F. Atanacio