Self Deception
Gliding past the mirror, the visage of sophisticated sensuality,
tall with head turning legs that stretch to heaven, dark and tan,
little black dress, tastefully shrink wrapped about hips and breasts,
stiletto heals, black patent, defining calves and thighs with each step,
but her smiling red lips can't hide the tear in her questioning eyes, “Who am I?”
06/08/2018
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