Stunning?
She stood there,
light brown hair,
elegantly displayed,
cascaded,
almost like a stunning wave,
her expression soft,
her emotions could enslave,
she wore a long,
teasing red formal gown,
that almost touched the ground,
she was the toast of the town,
the slit provocatively up to mid thigh,
on the left side,
she was confident,
but she did have something to hide,
her gleaming lips parted in a small smile,
she walked with so much pride,
men staring, mouths wide,
luminous gaze,
but the other women were holding back laughter,
they sensed something in the maze,
they chuckled, snickered, but held it in with all their might,
they knew the lovely creature was a fake,
she was merely a transvestite,
and that was no mistake,
but no matter how good you look on the outside,
nothing could ever beat how beautiful a real women is on the inside.
Copyright © Frank F. Atanacio | Year Posted 2009
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