Standing pretty On Bourbon Street
Her incredibly increasing curves strutted and swung my way.
I deflected my glimpse, swiftly.
she had caught on
that I was amazed at her fluid flexure.
Gliding gleefully towards me,
she showered one last sashay and came to a rehearsed stop in front.
She asked,"Seen somethin you like?"
"Oh no"...I mean....smh, almost choked on my hand grenade.
With devilish doubt, I walked away briskly
wondering if I'd have genuinely judged her less pretty,
if she wasn’t preying on unsuspecting tourists
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