THAT kind of woman

There are moments when I find myself wanting to be THAT kind of woman … the kind of woman that has other women raising their eyebrows to. The kind of woman that has a man reaching his hand out, his fingers beckoning me to walk into his warm embrace as a promise caresses his lips … the kind of woman whose eyes dance with laughter and naughtiness as a promising smile caresses my lips …

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