Fantasy
The silk in her stockings mesmerized the men
Her glossy full lips painted fire engine red
Legs so slender hinted of black spun lace
As she floated to the stool and took her place
A golden mane cascaded a bare shoulder
Her scent of perfume an exotic blend of oils
As she flirtingly tapped a high polished nail
Her well defined arm lingered over the rail
A mischievious glance over this dimly lit bar
Portrayed big baby blue sparkling like stars
She paused, lashes long as she gazed in the corner
Her shiny high heels revealed a thin silver border
Diamonds danced upon her sleek graceful neck
As she turned and ordered a neat triple sec
She was a seductive woman of style and perfect height
Her voice though whispered, beckoned into the night
The dimly lit bar now echoed her heels
Her fragranced body neatly tucked behind the wheel
The silk in her stockings mesmerized the men
Her glossy full lips painted fire engine red.
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