Never mess with a woman holding a gun.

She has flaming red hair
And a seductive stare
Clad in grey skin tights
And has you in her sights
Disarming you with flair

A slit way up high
With a knife-belt on her thigh
A long crimson dress
Revealing secrets she won’t confess
Causing grown men to cry

Dark china doll eyes
Is where a steely resolve lies
A bosom hugged by silk
In the color of lustrous milk
Where her gun will chastise

Armor strategically placed
With every stitch perfectly laced
Her body poised and ready
Holding her gun steady
For men who hit on her in haste
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