Nicole Swarzinger is a Pussy Cat Doll with apt class, and worthy of gentlemanly attention,
And while she struts her fine curves, this serves to draw us in with some mindful retention,
As she has a figure bulging with refinement taste, and her fashion is not a passion to waste,
And her glossy appearance is an adherence, as beneath this paste is thoughtfully nice grace.
She has a meek character of standing, and speaks gentle words that duly penetratingly soothe,
A respectful paradox that clashes with her sweet voice singing lyrics with a provocative groove,
But she is duly the host of both, and conducts herself in a musical parody to toast and also cheer,
Which we like and love with some appreciation, as this supplication is wonderful to see and cheer.
Long black hair drapes her face, silk threads that glisten, reflecting a shine to mirror,
And when she moves this bounces with flare, brushing on her cheeks that smoulder,
And red embers glowing under a smooth skin smoking hot, that can flush and blush
With a shy hush, as she is coy, in the sense of some pretence, of a shush of our lust.
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