Ball-gown beauty lost in the winds of time,
yet still she quickens man's heady desire.
Her sheathe a burnished hue,
a pendant gossamer blue;
adornment tells
its fickle tale anew.
This temptress fans hot flames of lust and lure
while disinclined to meet the mortal eye.
Her stance a brandished brutal shield;
her lips - eternity has sealed.
No lines of age
nor sagging flesh revealed.
Woe to those whose dreams foretell illicit love.
Make haste to thwart daylight's robust fervor.
Her form is sturdy testament
to betrayal's harsh decent -
negligee of brass;
women's life lament.
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