Miss.March.

Miss March is not like any other month
Her own pin-up
Is her pride and joy
In a magazine
Where she’s oggled by all the boys
Teenagers and grown men
They like to stare into her deep blue eyes
And be teased and hypnotized
They undress her bit by bit
Revealing her outer beauty
They are mesmerized
In a tail spin like no other woman
Ever seen before
Many people call here names
Like prostitue and whore
But she’s proud of her pin-up
And being each month,
Miss March
She shall be remembered for her good parts
And carried for even longer
In her husbands heart.

Miss.March.

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Joined May 2012

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