Wind in her hair on a coastal highway after a hard earned day in front of the Camera,
Modeling poses even as she drives, sunglasses mirroring her Persona.
Cover spread as well as a centerfold, her job to entice the Customer,
Dream come true for every man out there, blond locks whipping as if Gossamer.
Dinner at six with a stunning philanthropist, a chefs honor to pour his Borscht,
A magnificent recipe followed by a main course, a business call leads her alone now throttling her treasured Porsche.
The night was young, her paycheck fabulous, she couldn't ask for a better Sponsor,
An ocean breeze intoxicating to her senses, far below on a lonely beach the bass of a SEVENDUST Concert.
Better days ahead she can hear her father say, never take life in Earnest,
Her shoot on the surf earlier pelting her body golden beneath a brilliant Furnace.
Tempest crashing on the rocks of the coast, music drowned out by her own Thoughts,
Temptress without trying as heads turn to see her pass, young hopefuls with the Hots.
Enthusiasm causing them to veer around a trucker, she smiles hoping they get it Together,
Spasm reaction that saves their lives and gets their heads on straight, the driver pissing on perfectly good Leather.
Indigo skies as the sun goes down, headlights like fireflies in the Night,
Windows raised as the chill sets in, she adores the peace and Quiet.
Future in the eyes of the beholder, she sees her rise to fame in the eyes of a lustful Legion,
Loser not in her vocabulary, her mother hadn't raised a fool, born to beauty on the Aegean.
Subtlety her most treasured lesson, never push too hard that she forgets her roots, her whole career based on a Miracle,
Sovereignty among Goddesses in her occupation, in her country the fate of her future were in visions of Oracles.
Harvest of talent in Europe she beat out to become the idol of millions on a fateful Wednesday,
Modest as she remembers how she blushed before her first shoot, bathing suit taken Away.
Muslin fabric in her bikini nearly see through when wet, almost ashamed as she lay in the damp coves between an Isthmus,
Nuzzling with her photographer afterward, whom she found herself attracted to while her Mother threw a Fuss.
Zinnias draping her bed that night, true love found and lost within a Year,
Hyenas she calls anyone in this world she chooses to embrace, yet she loves the perks of her Career.
Drive restful she heads home to her hotel, the paparazzi strobes irritating to her Appeal,
Unlike the headlights on the highway, the freedom lost to another leech's contractual Ordeal.
Business as usual.
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A contest entry
- Mission: Difficult IV by shewalksintomine.
1200 points, ended March 29, 2007, 9 entries
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A fantastic write. But I must say that it was the picture I was going back to over and over again. Maybe that's just cuz I'm a sucker for anyone with a hot body you wanna lick honey off of. But back to the piece. Very well written. I like how it seems she's progressed from her first shoot. She goes from blushing to bold. Loved it.
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I LIKE this one! A story that flows and uses great imagery..and at the same time incoprorates the word bank 'seamlessly'! And the rhyming beginnings as a twist..love it. I just love it. GREAT WRITE
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You definitely used a different method here than I'm used to reading. The rhyme at both beginning and end makes for an interesting dynamic. However, somehow it makes the rhyme less obvious. I don't know how that works out, but it did for me. Thanks for entering.
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I have to agree with Jillsophy, the lines with the zinnias and hyenas are my favorites. Good write.
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Wow! What astonishing imagery. One can see and feel the object of this poem. Masterfully handled. One can sense the wind and feel the night. My favorite lines would have to be, "Zinnias draping her bed that night, true love found and lost within a Year,
Hyenas she calls anyone in this world she chooses to embrace, yet she loves the perks of her Career.". Such splendid eloquence. Well done, luv, well done.
jill
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