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Build A Babe

A Poem

By Sara WilsonPublished 2 months ago • 2 min read

I laid out all the needle work
chose string that's strong and tight
I'm stitching up the girl I need
on this September night

Her dark black hair is long and sleek
It flows down past her waist
She's tall and thin with stitches
I've got exquisite taste

I packed her head with witty jokes
and gave her brains to spare
a brilliant baddie, bold and cute
with a seductive glare

She opens up those killer eyes
She's such a lovely sight
I built myself a masterpiece
on this cold, rainy night

I trace the seams along her waist
It feels a little naughty
She is perfect. Fierce and fine
A total stitched up hottie

I gave her legs that go for miles
a sharp and cheeky grin
I sprinkled a little attitude
upon her greenish skin

"Don't bite the hand that sewed you, Babe,"
I chuckle with a wink
She rolls her dark eyes right at me
and asks for a cold drink

So, I pour a cup of big brain thoughts
a nice and full supply
So she can roast my life choices
with just a single sigh

Her raven hair cascades in waves
a gorgeous, creepy dream
She looks me up and down and says
She's crooked at one seam

I built a drop dead monster girl
It took some elbow grease
but now she's totally in charge
My favorite masterpiece

I tuned her curves with custom bolts
she's one hundred outta ten
with fishnets laced up to her waist
A vibe that slays all men

She's got that spooky dark girl glam
a gorgeous little smile
with shiny lips and razor teeth
and a wicked sense of style

She's sassy, hot, and dangerous
a sweet, psychopathic dime
who roasts me till I'm black and blue
So sexy, it's a crime

She pops her hip and looks at me
I melt right where I stand
"You built a queen, you clever boy...
Now kiss my bony hand!"

She checks her nails, adjusts her pins
then smirks and grabs my shirt
"You did alright for a human, I guess,
now buy me some dessert!"

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About the Creator

Sara Wilson

I love Ugly Things.

I try and be active AND interactive.

I write... whatever I feel.

Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.

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    Written by Sara Wilson