Finesse

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The Lady wouldn't settle for anything
less than finesse,
otherwise it would
be a mess.

Tired of getting
abused these days,
she'd had enough of going through
that never ending phase.

In her Mind
she heard the Screams,
yet still yearned to find
the Man of her Dreams

She was a Journalist
and knew the same old Story,
out on the Street.
detail is gory.

Attracting plenty of Male Students
in College,
Sex and sleaze sell
its knowledge.

Her first
Sexual Fantasy Book,
plunging into the depths
really made her look.

She was attractive
with Brain's to burn,
giving power back to herself
the Tide was beginning to turn.

In no time at all
she was a success,
having learned the
Art of Finesse.

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