On sounds of music she will dance,
With nimble feet like a fairy,
While crooning pop songs, she will prance,
As lips glow, a shade of cherry!
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She dressed up for her prince charming,
A floral skirt with a tight top,
Her hips sway with smile disarming,
As thoughts of his touch play non-stop!
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The whiff of cologne titillates,
For kisses on her neck, she craves,
But night arrives and hope deflates,
Her dreams drown in cascading waves.
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But life’s a more unfairy tale,
To survive, she needs not a male!
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Note: Photo by Laura Fuhrman on Unsplash
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