ROSA (PINUP)

She is a Bristol lass,
Well shaped 'bristols' and ass.
Cheeks rosy, like her name,
And with a nubile frame,

Her skin's almost pure pink,
Unmarred by any 'ink'.
She sits upon the ground,
Mouth 'hello's without sound,

Hand ruffling blonde haired head,
Blue eyes hint 'come-to-bed',
When from kitchen sink viewed,
My pin-up girl looks nude,

But when you view her near,
Her thong string does appear,
Flesh-toned, tied in a knot
Tempting to loose - how hot!

She watches over me
As I (often nudely)
Prepare my table food
To get in workday mood.