Do you ever think about love? Do you feel numb? A sudden disconnection plus a gush of enthusiasm; you hear your own beat.

You think of him but it is not him. It is her to the fullest of touches but it is not her. It is an embodiment you have adorned. None of it is ever so real but an escape. Enchanting yet vile.

A work of art. A beholder's beauty; granting her red cherry lips, memorised sips and the gentlest dance...