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Sitting in a cafe basking in the stares

Knowing men were checking out her wares,

She gives the cutest little smiles

Uses her feminine wiles,

She flashes her long tanned legs

Pushes out her firm breasts,

In her crop top, low cut best

Knows exactly what she’s doing,

In control, putting men to the test,

Sips her drunk in sultry fashion

Giving glimpses of her passion,

As she runs her hand casually over her breast

Then crossing and uncrossing her legs,

And the men stare, in awe

You could see they want more,

So she gets up and starts dance

She grinds her body in a trance,

She is so fluid and so sexual

The way she sways and moves her body,

Winds her small firm booty, a little bit

Enough for men to drool over it,

so short her dress barely covers this,

Men are hypnotised and stare and wish,

As thrusts her hips, they almost fall off their chairs,

As she moves her head, waving around her hair

And she does what others would not dare,

As her husband arrives and takes her out of there,

And all the other men could do was stare,

And she looked back smiled and winked now is that fair?

To all us who were sitting there.

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