someharmindreaming: Hours before the mirror The right outfit the right lipstickThe right shoes, th
someharmindreaming: Hours before the mirror The right outfit the right lipstick The right shoes, the right underwear How would she want him to see her? She searched deep for the certainty The image she needed to project to him And when she found that image she knew it at once She let it flood her mind Take possession of her body From tip of toes, to tongue, to fingertips He could not but see her how she wanted him to see her Everything about her Would put that image in his head Relieved and certain She turned off the light, closed the door And went off into the night -- source link