…with a Heart of Gold

[billy]

She was complicit as leather,
had a blue suede sashay,
she could make a man hurt,
when she walk in his way.
Gams firm as hot gold,
while her ass rode a vamp,
she could be a prim lady,
or a rough tomboy scamp.
Many men have dreamed of her,
but she doesn’t exist,
and even if she did,
it’d play out like this.
She’d fight you till death,
never would she be owned,
rather die from despair
having lived life alone.

©2011 ~Erthona

some gems as far as images go, the 1st two especially.
l4 is missing a ed or s after walk (i think)
i admit to having dreamed of her in my youth
like the whole feel of her as you laid her out here
the end rhymes are unobtrusive and work well.
sorry for getting to this late, thanks for the read