We Found Our It Girl

I felt her before I saw her She had the flashiest most beautiful red-blue hair A blue blood, naturally Her lips were painted a luscious cherry red Redder than the advertisement girls of the fifties Was I dreaming? I looked at my assistant. We sent the other models home. We knew we had found our it girl She was wearing a lacy top that accentuated her bosom. And what a bosom it was. Her hair dropped over one eye, but we could see her look. She smoldered. She was standing next to an oak tree that felt her too. The leaves on the tree immediately transmogrified from brown to red. She was magnificent, and we were grateful to find her. Her hourglass figure I will never forget, and neither will my assistant. We speak of the mysterious woman often. She vanished right after we took the photos. Only one turned out, but it was enough.