With her complexion,
Any color goes.
On close inspection,
Her fine figure glows.

Pastels, she’d prefer,
In undies, I think.
If left up to her
A pale passion pink.

She models a set
Of undies each day.
Such pleasure men get,
When glancing her way.

She’s there in plain sight,
Behind the clear glass,
All day and all night,
Watching strollers pass.

Though a certainty
All envy her skin,
There’s no vanity
In a mannequin.


© By RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)

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