Commanding all eyes to look in her direction
swinging **** hips, a melodic intervention
disturbing everyman sitting in the room
turning every head and beating hearts go boom

Her long blonde hair flows in gentle waves
bouncing stylish curls as her body sways
a figure hugging dress clings to every curve
ask her for a date, if you have the nerve

Blood red painted lips, succulent and bold
begging to be kissed and a sight to behold
nestling rounded ******* teasing as she walks
deep inside the cleavage all men want to stalk

An hour glass grace, like sweet summer cider
a draw more intoxicating than the pied piper
wafting smell of perfume exuding from her presence
men drooling at the mouth, thinking of her crescents