Ode to A Jibette

My apologies to her for posting this everywhere, if it embarasses her. But I'm in a good mood, and she's the cause.

Sweet tattooed goddess tempting me from afar,
Capturing me with words, witty and sharp,
Getting me drunk on pictures so nice,
Turning a black heart back to the light.

Please, allow me to get dirty.

Eyes that can eat your soul,
Eyes that can make a grown man cry,
Eyes that can make you slap your mother.

She’s a beer drinking temptress,
With enough sex appeal to melt the sun,
And enough tenacity to scare a dog.

A smile that can drive you wild,
A smile that can brighten a rainy day,
A smile that can make you go insane.

She’s a beer drinking temptress,
With the humor to put you in stitches,
And the wit to make you scratch your head.

Skin that can only be defined as perfection,
Skin that can only been seen as divine,
Skin that can only be deliciously smooth.

She’s a beer drinking temptress,
With the ability to make me smile just to see her online,
And the brains to make me feel outright dumb.

Hair that can practically beg to be pulled,
Hair that can make you want to run your fingers through it,
Hair that can put angels to shame.

She’s a beer drinking temptress,
With the know how to make me blush,
And the likelihood to drink me under the table.

Curves that can shake the heavens,
Curves that can make you wish to see more,
Curves that can make a Greek statue hang its head in shame.

She’s a beer drinking temptress,
With the knowledge that she’s driving me wild,
And the skills to know what to do with it.

Sweet tattooed goddess tempting me from afar,
Capturing me with words, witty and sharp,
Getting me drunk on pictures so nice,
Turning a black heart back to the light.

Did I mention she’s a whiskey drinker?
I’ll be in my bunk.