Right in Front of me she stood.
Mirrors behind her reflected beauty infinitely,
Her profile smacked my face.
This is my moment.
Red washed her curves, and black hugged her hips.
Does this look alright on me?
More than I can ever describe.
The warm rush of passion in my body.
Stand. Go to her. Take her body in your arms.
Kiss her. Love her.
She's standing there too long.
That's for you.
Move, Go. Please.
Gone.
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