Fetching women ponder
where my prettiness lies
It lies within or externally.
I'm not as cute as others
or created to suit attire like models
Once I commence revealing,
thoughts of lies make them lost.
I sanguinely say its reality,
it lies in my skin
Everything is within my grasp.
It's more than physical beauty,
The full life-span of womanhood,
The decisive means of own leadership,
The bewitching beauty of my smile.
I am a naturally stunning woman,
An extraordinary woman, it's me.
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