A Spectre

A long time, a faded memory,

Of course fixated on a physical frame,
Of a fine wide eyed, wild dame,
But knew her?
Not I, cause out of my bounds would I have never tried,

The closest I got was a childish minuet I thought was epic by homer's standards,
But still, I knew her not

Always by the glow, of a flat screen I thought had depth,

Near borderline insane researching her to death,

What was it that simply got me into, her look, her personal brand, that she wore so valiantly.

Like lioness ready to pounce, but playful at that.

Succubus lips, would have wanted to kiss, knew not what they've done but heard the venomous spit,

Fair skinned, but never a fair maiden,
Dark hair, never dark moods she exudes,

But a black rose she may be,
Able to take a man's challenge,
In one fell swoop you'll be down on one knee.

She's wise travel and relations with many, i dont think she was a way around girl. More than friends with plenty.

Of course one at a time!

But never in more than 9 seasons.
Like an on and off sitcom, with nothing more to give.

And my latest astonishment,
That since I hardly knew thee,
Your ancestry of nips and flips
To me, that's truly wholly, errotic, to mine own imagination