She was handsome;

Not in the ways you may think of, no not masculine. Not broad shoulders and defined collarbones; a male body or an androgynous one. Or perhaps she was.

But she was handsome in the way she carried herself;

Her figure, moving with conviction
Her voice, a shout amongst gossiping whispers
Her eyes, entrancing the secrets from your own

Yes, she may not have those hips
The plastic breasts and the full lips
Breathtaking style and a sultry kiss

But she was truly a goddess to behold
Her statuesque form clad
In dignity and speaking words
Of cunning capacity.


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