The black-haired girls are graceful, like gazelles, <br />Their haughty stares would strike a ‘lao wai' blind, <br />As they cruise on through streets, where rubbish spills, <br />Ignoring all, the poverty, the slime. <br /> <br />In knee high boots and skirts that lift the thigh, <br />In leathers, black, and frills and pretty lace, <br />They swing their hips so slowly, to invite <br />The dreams of men, who marvel at each face. <br /> <br />The teeth so white and straight, the lips that curl <br />In condescending fashion at each gaze, <br />The one brow arched, as if to look on down <br />From some great height they fashion from each frown. <br /> <br />If Gods and Godesses have ever walked <br />This petty planet's poor and pitted earth, <br />Those Gods have gone, the Godesses remain, <br />To haunt old men, who worship at their shrine.<br /><br />David Lewis Paget<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-haired-girls/
