She is a queen of tight dress,
She is a little queen.
She is a queen or goddess.
Sincere, eager, keen.
So much involved and gentle,
With style, yet to be seen.
Attractive, cute and splendid,
She is a little queen.
At ease she is with color
And mixes it with skill,
Unprecedented talent,
She is a real steal.
The one a lot are after,
The way one never knew.
For only she can craft it,
With every shade and  hue.
And scale is so much vaster,
Each time she has a go.
And everything she masters
Defined to shine and glow.
And everything she touches
Consigned to be an art.
She is a queen or duchess,
So good, so bright, so smart.
She is a queen of short dress,
It all stems from within.
And everyone surrenders
No matter what’s the scene.

Again she’s wearing lovely dress,
No matter what’s the label.
Her ways can everyone impress,
She leans against the table.
Her hands are trembling a lot,
Her voice betrays a little.
But, nonetheless, she wouldn’t stop,
She wouldn’t want to quit it.
She knows the game and plays it fine,
A breach is not allowed.
Distracted though with every line,
Goes on to read aloud.
And as she reads, the story goes,
And more she grows excited.
There is the truth, she only knows,
But know, she does exactly.
Her every breath and word alike
All bring it so much closer.
Could not resist it, couldn’t fight.
With pleasure eyes are closing.
She’is pulled apart for quite a bit,
As culmination nears.
That depth she’s never had, indeed,
Her eyes are wet with tears.
She’s almost there, wants to get
That special thing she’s after.
As there is nothing to regret,
Her voice explodes with laughter…
Again she has that lovely dress,
One couldn’t see the label.
Her style can everyone impress,
She leans against the table.