She walks in beauty, like the night And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
--Lord Byron

She can kill you with a look

Right hand on her hip

Down turn of the lip.

She can take your breath away

Get you excited and panting for more

As she walks out the door.

She can leave you for dead

With a hole in your head

Then whisper your name and

Soothe all the pain.

She's the sun, moon and stars

She's the bullet, she's the gun

She ends, she begins, she laughs

loves and sins

She

is

Kates.

Well done :)

awesome

Nice bro! lol nice poem =P

Thats wicked.. well done Naomi.. Cool poem..

Thats great well done

very nice

congrats

Strolling through the streets, Kates swoons at Naomi's words. Grinning, she applauds.

If only a man (Noah-Levenstein does not count) had written such a thing. It's certainly a different dynamic coming from my sister but it's equally, if not moreso, appreciated.

Hugs Naomi and whispers something into her ear that causes the two women to giggle before regaining their composure.

Oy vey! I find this prevalent anti-seminism extremely offensive my lady!

Checks her dictionary and raises her eyebrow.

Are you saying that I'm against the old theory that a newly created being is formed by the admixture of the seed of the male with the supposed seed of the female?

Quite clearly this is the case, if  many a spurned advance are anything to go by!

In all seriousness though I am just an absolute crouton, or something.

You are a crouton. I wouldn't take the rejections personally. I often find myself having to shoo crowds of men away from me. Though if certain situations continue I may find myself back on the market.

Sighs and lounges on a park bench, crossing her legs and listening to Naomi read her poem again.

Girl has got talent.