She had an energetic walk
With a quick little bounce in every step
The mature curves of her body perfectly balanced
On a stout frame that evidenced an easy confidence
In who and what she was
No apologies for lapses in femininity
She was as much at home in a church
As she was in a den of iniquity
Her face boasted a wide mouth with full but delicate lips
That could make even an ascetic shake
Needless to say that also applied to her hips
Her hands and feet were large
Though with slender tapering fingers and toes
Her voice was at times thin and high
And at times husky and low
Oftentimes every word she spoke
Was well thought out, rational
Though she was also known to occasionally let loose
With a waxing explosion of poetic tragical
Above all, however, was her intellectual curiosity
That lead her down paths both dark and bright
And sparked creative fires that made her eyes shine
As if with a deep internal light
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