High heels
I saw you cross, pass
My looking an amass
Breasts were more forward
Butt turned to: "what an ass! "
Your knee forced weight on calf
Awkward you; walked and rushed!
I looked at attractions
Pitying disruptions
Buried was by question:
"Who wins but the seller? "
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