Vanity

(March 28, 2015)

It was insane.

She was beautiful,

so freaking beautiful,

It was ridiculous.

Big lovely eyes…

those gorgeous soft lips…

that neck…

that body.

I knew it was wrong

-she didn’t like other women.

She was rightfully vain,

and she knew it.

She knew she was sex,

embodied in the shape

of the most sensual of women.

We knew the church would never accept it,

our parents would never expect it.

I wanted her.

I was on the verge of claiming her,

and she knew it.

Reality came crashing back,

and as if it weren’t already apparent,

all was certain,

I really had to stop looking in the mirror so much.

It was starting to get weird.

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