She wore her makeup bold and bright,
Her clothes were tight, her figure right,
She knew the boys would go insane,
With just a smile or toss of mane.
They flocked around her, one by one,
She loved the thrill, it was such fun,
With each sweet word, her heart would race,
She basked in all the adoring grace.
But one boy, with eyes so keen,
Saw right through her alluring sheen,
He called her sexy, not by name,
And she loved the way it made her feel, no shame.
One day, as she sat with him,
He showed his feelings, to the brim,
A bulge that grew, and couldn't hide,
She smiled, teased him, and didn't chide.
She loved the attention, it was clear,
The power she held, it drew her near,
To the boys who wanted her so,
She could make them weak with just a show.
And so, she wore her makeup bold,
Her clothes were tight, her story told,
A girl who loved the attention, no doubt,
And reveled in the boys' desire, throughout.