A translucent blouse of yellow covers her *******.
Black skirt, sliced from foot to hip.
Discreetly covering from all but imagination.

The imagination provides the words.
To conjure image of this bird.
Five feet ten.
Womanly hips.
Sparking witchy fingertips.
In black ankle boots.

She stands.
Makes no demands.
Nobody matters.
Those she just flatters.
Lest those who wish.
Wishes which, can only be met by magic wand.
Only sleight of hand can convince her.
That love will e'er be worth having again
By ladylivvi1

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