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 stockinged
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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