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I Am Woman



I love compliments
I bat my lashes and smile when adored
My waist is motivated to jiggle when ogled
I am shy when accosted by a gentleman


Sometimes, I feel sexy and strut the part
When I am uninspired my smile is forced and my words are bland

I am Woman
I want to feel sexy
I want to be loved
I want to be the center of attraction
I want to be wanted

I fix my makeup and wear my red heels
I bat my lashes, I strut
I stir my hips and smile at the vision that is me



I am Woman

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