steeped in desire

Rumors of me sneak into gossip-infused conversations. These people can only allude to versions of me.

Renée loved the adoration, the love-bombing that occurred during the early stages of a romance. However, after a while the relationship would grow stale, the lavish gifts and five-star dinners would lose their appeal.

I get bored. It is time to move on. These men will get over me.

Her carefully constructed, yet deceitful, life was built upon a successful career that was glittered with lies to numerous lovers. Until one day she is faced with authenticity, who looks her in the eyes and offers redemption.

Could I give up the performance art of the grift? The thrill of pulling off a little illicit magic that never really hurt anyone?