Misleading: The Sexual Drunk Perception, Usually in the Club

Standing in front of that mirror with admiring eyes following my hips, I'm it. Sexually appealing to both sexes, glances from near, far, trace my figure with undiscovered, wondering desires. Intrigued by my complete seduction, my complete physical appearance. Licking my lips and gyrating my waist I'm aware of the secretive whispers these men speak. I'm always aware. As I stare at myself in this mirror, in this club, I understand why they wish to pursue all what's between my legs. From the way my hair bounces to the beat gently tapping my shoulder. From the way my eyes slant once the liquor touches my lips. From the radiance of my caramel complexion and how my oh so perfect ass pokes from the crevasses of my tights and how how those cherry red pumps stack all that up to perfection. As those eyes guide my body the sexual tension I receive is compared to no other in the room. As females lift their noses and curve the sides of their lips, I smirk. Without effort, I demand. Demand attention they only dream of. Adjusting my stance, the person in the mirror is looking back at me as I'm at her. With as much admiration as theirs, that girl in the mirror now reminds me that I'm only admired by objection. I am an object in those eyes that guide my movement. Without proper realization I fall for those glances. Caught off guard because I was only what they saw, never realizing that beauty is only skin deep.