Men bounce around her
like orangutans in heat.
Her name is Blossom
but they all call her V.

She’s as alluring at seventy
as she was at seventeen.
The ravages of time
have not taken their toll.

She grows old un-enhanced
by nips and tucks,
and is untouched by botox
collagen or hyaluronan.

There’s no need for sea-weed wraps
or Thalassotherapy
to fight a sagging bottom, belly,
drooping eyelid or a turkey neck.

V scorns the Vampire Facelift
as the final desperation of vanity.
There’s only one concession
for this look-a-like Venus:

La Perla panties for 400 euros.