Right and Kind

She was not young, as I remember her,  
But she was handsome, tall and so well-made;
Her dark complexion was one I prefer
To paler skin - and her black eyes put paid
To any hesitation, as we kissed
And blocked out all the world and its disdain:
"You bloody lesbians;" "you slags;" resist
The lure of fucking fools and you will gain
A pleasure that is different; as the noise
And timbre of insults begins to fade  
With every kiss; so each sweet word she'll voice,
With such vivacity, means the parade
Of her endearments trumps all left behind;
She was not young, but she was right and kind.