Her. She. Me.

I stared at her,

Her feminine physique looking back.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

As the corners of my mouth turned up,

She mimicked the smile,

And bit her lip slightly.

There was something very artificial

But very natural about her

And all I wanted was the keep her there.

Her strong calves were accentuated by her high heels

And the shimmering nylons over hairless legs made my heart beat wildly.

I couldn’t hinder my growing arousal.

The ample chest hidden in her blouse

Was begging to be touched

But I refrained.

Her made up face smiled back at me

And attempted to speak

At the same time I did.

We both chuckled nervously and her

Barbie-esque body was no match

For my Ken.

I slowly stepped away

Removing my façade

And watched as the smile diminished from our visage.

Off came my heels.

My skirt.

My blouse.

My made up face

Taunted the Adam’s apple

That was hidden beneath my high necked top.

She hadn’t a name,

A story, a history,

But I knew she deserved to be known.

I wanted to run away

From the shame in our eyes

For I knew I would never know her outside of my reflection.