Too Gorgeous To Be Real
The dining room stopped talking when she entered.
It was mostly men. The ones who were not staring, probably wanted to.
She was dressed from crown to toes in purple.
And she looked amazing.
There was a dazzling quintessential aura about her.
I could feel it, and I am not a man.
I could not imagine how a man would feel.
Was she a model? Movie star? Celebrity?
Too gorgeous to be real, and yet she was.
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