The way those hips twitch like rhythmic grass blades dancing to Jamaican drums. More than just runs for fun the sun runs closer to just place its warmth in your arms.
Now you are the light.
You think them babies made you look old, but baby you slayed the last dragon and you got that glow! Makes the 18 years olds wanna holla and the rest of us plan to propose! You should know that when you think nobody’s watchin is when the tick tockin of your body has captured the gaze of the whole globe.
You’ve still got it.
That fire. That magic. That eye contact so electric. Whether or not you make it to the salon you’re on like your favorite tv show, and we breathe your class like oxygen. Men, everywhere, are tunin up to tune in because it’s senseless to approach a gem with an unappreciative hand… or heart. Tough enough to keep yourself intact, but cherished so much they can’t rush for they might accidentally tear you apart.
He wants to be the shoulder you cry on – not the cold shoulder you cry over.
The mysteriously specific king looking to crown the queen who already is.
Attractiveness? You got that.
Charm? Without a doubt.
Sexy? Not even a question (but yes in every language if you still insist on askin).
You’ve got class, swag, and beauty and truly the groom he will duly make you his “yours truly” not from the logic of a good move, but from loving, passionate duty.
When you walk? Your pricelessness makes the price less on every priceless price list… YOU are the prototype woman- every gem that you see flashin was fashioned after you. From your intellect, to your sarcasm, down to the way you move… Love arrows mean nothing because Cupid learns from you!
So never doubt. Release that smile and shake that hair. Strut your stuff and live in confidence- the competition can take a chair. Sit em down, and school em for a minute… They want it- you flaunt it.
You’ve still got it;-)