I see you differently tonight
Not
the bookish librarian
No
beige sweater and slacks
No
tied back hair
And
sensible shoes
Tonight
you are no quiet librarian
Tonight
you prowl
On
four inch heels
Tonight
you are the huntress
On
the black stockined legs
A
lioness in a cocktail dress
Hair
flowing like a mane
Who
knew what lay beneath?
The
shapeless beige
And
baggy trousers
A
woman hid beneath the drab
A
woman with shape and form
Curves
and undulations
Look
under S for sexy
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