Dangle

Opportunity does not knock,
But squirms upon a hook
And she is fish enough to bite;
Shiny silver hypnotizing,
Pretty dancer mesmerizing;
Barbed silky promise worm,
Tasty indulgence;
Haven't eaten in years.

The sparkle-maybe dangles
Fetchingly fearful,
Seductive wiggle of
Coquettish possibility;
Untouched as a new Bible
Sultry as Flamenco,
It was meant be had.
It was meant for her.

It is so delicious;
It is all she ever wanted,
And she swallows it whole.