She's the Muse ...

A porcelain face...
Fine China...
Delicate enough to crack...
To be handled with care...
She's the muse to one too many ...
Each looking upto her ...
For inspiration...
For luck...
For luck and
Probably a fuck too.
One never knows ...
What lies behind the shielded eyes...
The intentions ...
Behind the salt and pepper looks ...
What jackal lurks...
Who knows ...
Who knows what lays ahead...
No one ...
She amuses them...
She's a tease ...
She's an enigma...
A slippery fish ...
Not to be caught ...
Just observed and...
Fantasized about.
She's a muse...
An untouchable mannequin...
A doll in their thoughts...
A dream not to be caught.
She's their muse ...
She laughs ...
Giggling at times...
A smile so benign...
Yet so infectious...
Pasted on her lips...
She inspires them...
She mesmerises them...
For she's their muse.