vixens; victims; vicodins [editing]

viii;

Her pale pink dress showed off

every curve of her body.

Her skin glistened

from the sweat caused

by the hot boston sun.

Her hips swayed, mesmerizing

me in some magical way.

Worry contorted her face

while she caressed mine.

Her frantic eyes glimmered

in the dark, giving me a

whisper of green or blue.

My eyes blinked at her,

not knowing if

she was real

or an illusion.