Fancies of the Imagination
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She tempts your attention, Teases you from the other side of the room -- Entrances you until you come close enough to see her perfection. She is vivacious, Full of color, And her body - hard and lean. Though you try to turn away, She compels you to focus once again upon her gleaming complexion. Everything is in its proper place: Neat and orderly, Arranged precisely as the most beautiful always are. She is prominent among the others, Of high standing in her class -- And though you feel emotions of inferiority creeping upon you, You know that you must not leave for thought that she might deem you with cowardice. Simply by looking upon her flawless face, You know exactly what she desires, What she demands. You know that behind her beauteous being, She is overcome with the violent longing for someone - everyone to take note of her accomplishments. She has chosen you. She is complex: branded with the pride of others, and yet, humble in her own achievements. She is sly: so many questions with which to challenge you, with only simple answers to offer in return. In every aspect, she is correct, refined, sophisticated. And in every way -- she calls for you. Your heart skips a beat, and then another... She gazes at you intently with fierce urging in her eyes; Wanting you to make your move, Anticipating a final decision in her favor... Time is short -- The sand is quickly running through the hourglass; The ticking has picked up pace, And yet, even as my final cue is called, I've decided that no matter HOW tempting she may be perceived to be, I loathe the SAT preparation book on my desk.

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