Magazine Lies

A sweeping staircase is her stage. mahogany and marble. Dressed to thrill, a fashion plate, your heart she will ensnarl. Each step she takes is calculated, to keep your eyes upon her. With waistline tight and neckline low, accentuating the lure. Her dress does slip, down behind her, like a river, flowing red. A sultry pout worn on her lips, her eyes, promising her bed. Perfection, there, before you now. Yet, there stands an obstacle. There's no chance, for she is just an airbrushed, magazine model.