Mendacity

Consequently, I've been a coward. I have no confidence in letting him gaze toward me, completely disrobed. I am a capacious woman... I worry he will be disgusted by my transparency. He has a tantalizing physique. I notice him, and I contemplate the certitude of his essence, the most captivating sentient being in my eyes. I am smitten by him. All my life, I've been described as persisting unalluringly. Since birth, I've felt undeserving of devotion. Despite my unpleasant notion toward myself, I am beholden and love him with an exceeding passion. He loves me the way I want to be treasured, yet my mind paints a forged sense of reality constantly.