…as she enters the room, every eye
turns in her direction, swarming her, the grace of her style. She is not the
cutest, most beautiful woman present. There are others there whose faces can
grace the covers of Vogue or Elle, others built to suit a model's fashion size.
She is not the tallest, shortest, heaviest, or thinnest woman here. Initially,
it is not anything I can immediately put my finger on, but whatever it is, she
just simply has it, and she carries it like few women ever could. She has fire
in her eyes, and her waist swings with the ride of her breasts. I wonder where her secret lies, what I see in
her; I try so much but cannot touch her inner mystery. She is Sexy!

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