She flirts
She flaunts
She turns heads with the way she walks
Her shape changes
When a man enters the room
Her breasts protrude
She comes over all doe eyed
She teases her pen
With her shimmering lips
She is driven by wanton desire
Too full of her self
To be one of the girls
She’s empowered in the company of men
She’s not bothered by their bodies
She has no interest in their minds
Self interest and promotion
That’s what gives her a rise
Is she a victim
A sensual enigma
Or a scheming careerist with a sexual stigma
She opens doors when she opens her legs
Every seduction is planed
Laying back and thinking of elevation
She’s got somewhere to be
Nothing comes for free
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