the wares

You got the moves you got the looks
All the best from all the books,
You show the light in darkened rooms
Leave the scent of your perfumes,
With footsteps soft and sensual walk
From all the world you are the talk,
On a meadow filled with flower
Out your face will surely tower,
updating muse exploring thoughts
using rhymes for their supports,
I’d like to let you know just how
I will raise my eyes and brow,
To admire all your wares
Since you got me in your snares.