There is something mysterious
about her,
like an ancient castle
surrounded by the deepest mote.

A stone cold fox
with a remote look
in her pretty-eyes,
she carries herself
with the grace of an angel,
saunters with
the purest dignity.

She has a nitty-gritty mentality
imbedded
deeper
than her beautiful skin,
keeps it under lock & key
at the dungeon level
of her very core
& nobody,
not one single person
has a clue about
how to open that door,
except me
& I'm not telling a soul.