Violet Eyes Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Watch me…
See me move..
Gliding, sliding, floating through the room.
Women look, then look away, and look again..
Unsure of why they need to..but just do!
No great beauty, but..
And there's the rub,
I am, in the beholders perception,
just
‘Fascinating Violet eyes ',
A little duller now with age
intense, deep and fathomless,
but with an inscrutable mystique,
that beguiles the unsuspecting
and the weak.
‘Elizabeth Taylor eyes', my mama said.
The eyes have it… but so too the walk.
I love my walk! slow, deliberate, languorous.
I have a good core, a dancers core
and pride keeps me tall.
My feet a little large but graceful,
my style more timeless than tasteful,
and always, an enticing balm, like pheromones,
drawing flies to my web.
I knew nothing of my power when young,
such time wasted!
But now? well now
I Scrutinise,
Mesmerize,
Polarize,
and utilize….
My violet eyes!