The rich man's lady

Rich man greedy man
Pockets full of gold
Aristocratic manner
Heart articcold.
Hands so clean
Face all bloate
over pink champagne
His eyes gloated.
Watching her bosom
With a gluttony greed
He must have her
And release his  seed.
His eyes  met hers
And he beckoned her over
She defies his gesture
Showing the cold shoulder.
Rage in his eyes
At being rejected
His visage deepest  purple
As if it was infected.
He stares at her now
With  maliciously hie eyes
All his grand gold
Has failed to make him wise.
He rose from his seat
And stood there  a while
Watching  her  bosom
Watching  her smile.
He grunted then turned
And walked outside
There in front of him
Quite  a beautiful  ride.
His fat mouth smiled
She looked  really  nice
She gleamed all over
His  puce rollroyce.