Used to be hewas my heart's desire. His forthright gaze, his expert hands: I'd lie on the couch with my eyesclosed just thinking about it. Never about the factthat everything changes, that even this, my best passion, would not be immune. No, I would bask on in aneternal daydream of the handsfinding me, the gaze like a windingstair coaxing me down. .Until I caught a glimpseof something in the mirror:silly girl in her lingerie, dancing with the furniture--a hot little bundle, flush withcliches. Into that pairof too-bright eyes I lookedand saw myself. And something. Deborah Garrison
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"Used to be he was my heart's desire. His forthright gaze, his expert hands: I would lie on the couch with my eyes closed just thinking about it. Never about the fact that everything changes, that even this, my best passion, would not be exempt. No, I would bask on in an eternal daydream of the hands finding me, the gaze like a winding stair coaxing me down.

. . .

Until I caught a glimpse of something in the mirror: silly girl in her lingerie , dancing with the furniture -- a hot little bundle, flush with clichés. Into that par of too-bright eyes I looked and saw myself. And something different stared back at me than anything I'd ever seen."

Source: A Working Girl Cant Win

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