She practically put the E in femme fatale. Her business was basically to have men eat straight from her palm. And they would with no queries. A multinational business enterprise was her ‘’TITLE.’’ You would think she worked with some magic wand, ‘’fairy femme fatale.’’ Sirens could literally go off the victims’ heads when SHE walked passed them. Her beauty like any other beauty had a purpose, DESTRUCTION!! The spotlight was on her, she had the world revolving around her. It was as if she was running a puppet show and the puppets were obedient, moving to her rhythm. Anything she put on was undoubtedly glamorous. Her heels gave her that extra spark; she worked them with such ease. Elegance was the only word that came out of people’s mouths whenever she walked past them, men and women alike. It was her year and she was undisputed for 365 days. Lest I forget her smile, man that smile was worth a million bucks. It was more like her headlight, a notification that she was in the area. Red lights, traffic came to a halt, you’d think a presidential motorcade was cruising through. She was the ish!!!!!! Her flawless body and her command of the only language she knew all too well, English; made married men and the single ones alike drool whenever she graced their gaze with her presence. They were at her every beck and call, the queen B if you like. Fortunately or unfortunately, she only lives in my IMAGINATION.
© Nana.
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