A trap to tresses
Of filigree gold
The hair net presses
Her braids her strands hold
Mens looks her way rolled
In yellow waves trawl
If mesmerised bold
Theirs lobster like crawl
Delinquent eyes mine
Again adore her
I sigh while supine
Entrapped as it were
If adulated
Shes calculated
Chorus adulated toasted worshipped
