She walks with pride, showing elegance within each stride.
She walks as if she is royalty, with poise, ambition and loyalty
She walks in the humble acknowledgement of her beauty; responding with a single nod.
She walks with the grace of God.
The summer sun reflecting off of her flawless legs that strut with the movement of her hips, reflecting as well off of her gorgeous red lips.
Her nails black like the night sky and perfect her posture with her head up high.
I can only imagine what her voice would sound like if she talked.
I hope it's as beautiful and graceful as the way she walks
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