Tanned legs move back and forth
A soft skirt blowing in the breeze
Smooth skin glowing in the hushed sunset
Curls fall in a rhythmic melody around her face
Slender and strong
Delicate beauty is her perfume
Heads turn and smile
She never notices
She has no need
A beauty entourage awaits
Men strong and narrow
Women delicate and lovely
These are her friends and lovers
They must be good people
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