Ace of spades

Panther woman!


She walked with a sliding gait.
Taking a look at the seeing men.
And the black silk shone as if wet
On a white body as slender as a jug. There is a measure in its sections.
Beckon the seams from lycra stockings.
Everything was clear - a panther woman.
And her gaze is always ready for a throw.

Such a ma'am cannot be removed with a green weave.
She walked like the North Gulf Stream.
Waving after everyone with his timid palm.
Leaving the sound of their whistling tires!