She’s one step ahead, always in front
Never to take a sip on someone else’s cup
Words too sharp, a sword that cuts
She twists her hair, glance somewhere
Powdered her nose, quite often, in a day
While figuring words she has to say
A knowing smile, powerful deceiving eyes
Her suits are black, in grays, or white
All plain, no nonsense frills
Did power lunches with flair
Aware that she can get away
With curves, to close another million deal.
Woman on Top by Aprilyn Rodriguez is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at abrilya.blogspot.com.
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