Blonde Bombshell

there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell. she's too pretty for vision. too sweet to taste. too gentle to touch. too quick witted to chase. there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell. her presence is pressing, consuming the facts. measuring everything you are and everything you lack. eyes like the sea before and after a storm. like the circle of life returning to form. there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell. her figure is fitting, like perfection in a frame. her voice is chilling, like protection in a flame. her eyes are sealing this letter with a kiss. her footsteps are leaving this journey in the mist. there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell all helmets crushed, all armors pierced. all swords and shields broken, courage no longer fierce. all dreams left dreaming, all hopes left less all thoughts left thinking, ... thinking... there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell. like sleepless nights spent in the rain. playing 80's songs on a radio in vain. she'll read your lips from her window afar. and sing back the lyrics bar for bar. there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell no building or structure to withstand it's weighty load. no kiss for a prince who is forced to remain as a toad. she is a road less traveled, with no directions or maps. each step taken with caution to avoid the inevitable traps. there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell. so I'll stand here vulnerable with my heart on my sleeves. as the sky fills with arrows and all hope leaves. fearful but not frightened awaiting the fate. wondering, have I arrived too early, or am I far too late?