Fade

Taunting.

Her eyes flutter.

Gazing at her own flawless beauty.

The porcelain skin, free of imprints and imperfections.

Her hands dance slowly, moving down her neck, exploring.

One rests on her bosom, greeting it with a warm embrace,

as the other continues, down her firm torso.

The dancing slows, as her breathing hastens.

She withers away…