She layed her body,
pulled her skirt so low,
she was covered by the beauty they complimented,
Her anatomy less of how it was,
with no pearls, no earrings,
no make-up, just that simple gloss
she splashed on her sweet lips,
young, considerate, without blemish, without spot, in her natural appearance,
with all her innocence and a lachrymose soul, in a drifting heart
needing to be comforted, held close
for it shivers, freezing cold, stretched and out of balance, left at Atlantic ocean...