Supermodel

Hi, sweetie, my name is Pittinix.
I’m a fashion designer.
They’re putting on a fashion show.
I’m going to enter the contest.
And I need a new girl to model my creations.
I want to win the award for top designer.

Don’t say anything until I finish speaking.
I admire your slim build.
You have the body of a model,
The perfect physique,
And the right attitude.
I must say I like your composure.

You have a pretty face,
Archetypal breasts,
A narrow waist,
Shapely hips,
Unblemished skin,
And long luscious legs.

Pardon my naughty speech.
You look fabulous in that swimwear.
You’re just the girl I’m looking for.
I’d love to see you on the catwalk.
The photographers will take pictures of you
While you stride in the spotlight.

If you don’t have any experience in modelling,
Don’t worry, I could train you.
I can make you into a supermodel.
You could model the Pittinix Collection.
And you could win the prize.
So what do you have to say about this?

Marlon Pitter
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