The Party Queen Poem by Claude Simpson

Sassy and dominant, aggressive but likable, sweet and caring;
If you believe it then we will, truculently saucy and endearing.
The zone opens, the indentation displays a dimple;
Firm but approachable she establishes a rapport keeping it quiet and simple.
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She stands in the prime real estate quite comfortably;
Subtly smirks like the cat that ate the canary;
Crossing her legs in a fashion which seems inviting and friendly.
The elevation has details but attractive;
Her belly-button exposes and her eyes looking so deceptive.
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The zone opens, her confidence index increases;
She turns her head to the bar tender, her smile she squeezes.
All eyes on her but never a nervous blush;
Though whispers are audible but soften to a quiet hush.
Her composure piques the fellows’ curiosity,
While her thoughts race to find a measure of honesty.
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She dictates, controls and captures the attention;
Using up her armory she heaps and dispels her ammunition.
To her feminine counterparts this is a surmountable ordeal;
So voluptuous but rather salacious, she epitomizes the ideal.
To the party boy she looks endearing;
She glances and the DJ freezes, the next song selected was softer and reassuring.