Poster Girl

She walks with one hand rested on her hip
She sways as she puts the bottle to her lips
There is no wind that can move her hair
Gelled back black, slick with care

Her lashes beat to the pulsing of my heart
And her cinnamon mouth breaks apart
She blows a kiss to sweep me off my feet
As my mind plays the image in slow repeat

Two steps back is where I am found
But her fingers snap me un-spellbound
Her silver painted nail beckons me closer
A fantasy woman standing still in her poster

And not a moment before our finger tips touch
The dream is erased with a stroke of the brush