Siren's Call

By Ishan Bajetha

Collarbones flexed, so delicately exposed,

Off shoulders luscious ever so composed,

A glimpse of skin, a whisper of allure,

That fabric's flow, 24 carat gold so pure.

Each line and curve, in perfect harmony,

A testament to her femininity in decree,

Her radiant confidence, a sight to behold,

As the fabric caresses her like uncanny bold.

In this symphony of fashion, she takes her stance,

A muse of style, evoking a poetic trance,

Her cherubic filled cambers, a work of art,

Igniting the consciousness in this hopeless bard.

Let this verse prance upon her lips for ages,

A homage to glamour, that she forever upstages,

In an off-shoulder top, she poisons every sight,

Sheen and enchanting, to a poet's delight.

By Ishan Bajetha