She catwalks across the room
The long legs with red high heels at the
feet
The tempting hips revealed by the
miniskirt
The tap of the heels echoed within the
walls
Draining all noise from it
Making the place have a loud silence.
The curves of her thighs
The persistent bulging of her two set of
twins top and under
Saying,"take a good look at me"
And a good look did all men take
Every pair of eyes bading her bye
From the back...her silhouette
surpasses the shape of an hourglass
Putting the number 8 to shame.
She is an image of myriad expressions
Her hair...silk can't compare
Her skin...the finest of velvet
She looks like a character from a fairy
tale
Like a flower from the gardens of
Asgard
She is indeed an object of temptation
A perfect definition of a wavy
imagination.
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