Stop! Smile; make a move then Stop;
with well defined body language;
if you’ve got it, ‘flaunt it.’
I am the hairs of a female
which share the same colors like the space.
I am the eyes of a model with questioning eyebrow;
sexy is the word to use.
Here am I the hooter that haunts for a nice prey.
The ruby lips they call me who smiles out it beautiful teeth.
All of me makes the first face model.
sh. . . . I am the breast
never spoken of the public.
suppose be the straight hot legs
moving fast on a stiletto shoe but tempting.
Each time I cat work, my flat stomach is dramatic,
and they wish to touch the guitar sensational shape spinning waist.
At the back of my front is my extension
that never seizes neither in the lips nor the eyes of the male.
I think I am sashay and if I cease to blush,
I will lose the most powerful charm of my beauty.
Flaunt it; you welcome to the Fashion pageantry