She looked magnificent; like a precious work of art created
by no man’s hands.
The very lines which expressed her perfect curves and edges
were defined without a fault. I could use my finger tips to trace the glorious
outlines of her curvaceous physique. I wondered how many crunches a day she
endured. Was she into Pilates or Yoga? Or was her body a result of intense Cardio.
Who created this woman? Every man that glanced at her wanted her. Some even fell in love with her by merely
looking at her. Any woman that stared her loathed her; because being like her
seemed like an impossible feat. She smiled at me. Her stare was contagious. This
woman was outright PERFECTION. I took another look. This time I noticed
something else; her skin. Oh Yes, the colour of her skin was like a glow from
heaven. Not a single blemish on her gleaming skin. My skin had never been like
hers: perfect. What on earth would I have to endure to look this HOT?
Another page turns.
I see her again. Wait a minute, it isn’t
her. This woman looks superior to the first. Where are these women created? They
have the money. They have the talent. They’ve got the look. Life isn’t fair….lol.
I must admit it. There is no doubt about it. I fell for her. I wanted to be
like her. I wanted to feel exactly the way she felt staring at me. Yes, I fell
for the woman in the MAGAZINE…oops.