Her dazzling satin attire
Out in the catwalk – for all to admire
That was the birth of Desire
The great Savage Fire

Designer had to use this spitfire
The energy she had was one he required
For purpose that only he hired
Deep in heart before purifying

The dress worthy of Queen
Her charm beams from within
As the time left is thin
For this daring whim

Her beastly appeal from a draft
Chiselled by dressmakers craft
Pulled through nerve-wreck of shaft
Then from madness was buffed

“She’ll be the Half-Naked Queen”
The great Mistress of Him
Rough in her way
Drawing all fame