The Lovely Model
Sergey knew whatever she did would photograph well,
So he let her wander away the autumn day,
Following her, clicking photos
Her innocent look went along well with her
Come hither hazel eyes,
Her dark hair, such a contrast to her ebony face
She was one of the best models he had seen.
Young, a tad insecure, having no idea how beautiful she was.
He liked these the best.
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