Questionable beauty, physical deception, cosmetic appeal, enchanted by a lie. Accepting of my own foolishness, not really wondering why.
Again and again, she walks that studied walk, and again and again, I am taken.
Somehow I refuse the truth of my real opinion. The truth this time, seems bland and unexciting and dull. She seems vibrant and living and sensual. Her motion turns to me for my approval, which it readily gains.
And I know that I mustn't get too close, nor gaze through the veneer. There is feeling within distance and not a sound to my ear. And ultimately I kissed her, and I saw her face arrange.
With her arm around my waist, I wished her well, and I have never seen her again.
