Her entire being is shrouded in
Danger. She walks with a sense that would say
That she is primed for the beautiful win.
Never does she linger too long and stay.
Her angular dimensions reflect all
Buildings in a major city or realm.
Except that her curves move with rhythm’s call.
She is a force with her mind at the helm.
Severe and curt, she is lethal in heels.
The femininity of this lady
Draws the eyes; the scene is hers as she steals.
Never is she saccharine or shady.
Not stiff in any way, she glides with grace.
The trio is her soul, body, and face.
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