Petite, what a voyeurs appetite

Petite, what a voyeurs appetite

She was absolutely petite
without a waist O what a sight!
a white, fair pink skin
and lips were slight
she was a voyeur’s appetite!
O what a lovely sight

her skirt slit apart her deep legs
but made of pure Cashmere silk
one could view with in everything!

Oh what a delicious sight
the hair brown
overshadowed her astonishing frown
she looked me in the eye
they say never an American in her eye stare
but I did not care

she did not smile
but was aware of my sheepish style
she passed by
played with her fingers
as she did twiddle
to convey her sadness
she could not stay

but she was a delicacy alright
I have seen many a sight
sad to say
as I blinked my eye
she was gone away
far away out of site
her cars fleeting flight....

Oh!
what a momentary delight
Despite!