</>Like the elegant Italian lady, cultured and refined
So feminine in her poseur walk, even that has been designed
Hair and make-up, style, cut created with finesse
A glamour queen out for a stroll, accepting nothing less.
Never overdoing it, she knows that less is more
And invite the ogling eyes of men to stop, stare and adore
But teasing’s only part of it, she’s more tricks up her sleeve
She’ll only dress to please herself in her world of make believe.
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I would like to translate this poem
She sounds like quite the woman, it is really something to watch temptation walk on legs, isn't it? Lovely poem, I love your descriptions, always full of detail.