Last Of The Classy Ladies

She had an air about her

Bold and proper she was

Flawless in her fashion

Or anything she does

This high heeled, dark eyed beauty

Not one hair out of place

A sexy smile, a wanton style

Yet, full of charm and grace

Her walk can be disarming

Deceiving is her way

Her nylon legs stir much ado

She knows, but would not say

A figure men would lust for

Proud breasts so soft and full

She is last of the classy ladies

But, she is no ones fool

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A tribute to my wife!

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