Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length,
Curly loose ringlets
cascading down
Her face was
Mediterranean, dark, dusky
Eyes black as the
night sky in winter,
Brows thick and dark,
nose pert, mouth full
Her skin smooth as
polished wood,
A figure like a Rodin
carving of perfection
Dressed in satin and
lace, provocatively
Full breasts hidden
within delicate lace
Hips, buttocks, and
every feminine curve
Slender legs sheathed
in stocking of black silk
Stiletto heels shaping
them perfectly
But the perfect vision
is not as it seems
For it’s the
airbrushed woman of my dreams
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