– Originally written and posted on August 14, 2014 –
A dance
under the moonlight
and on top the hill,
where city lights
and stars
are witnessing:
Me–
grinning
in a red haltered dress
and blue stilletos;
playfully wiggling
my hips
to grace.
You–
gearing
in a black sleek suit
and white checkered tie,
seriously advancing
your steps
towards my way.
As the mono plays
while our song
fills the air:
your right hand
locked
on my waist
to stay;
While my lips,
laced
on the auricle
of your left,
blowing our sanity
away.
So ever sensual, As is your beauty through your passionate words. Hot!
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Hot? Nah, just trying to be romantic, Mr. Chih. Thank you for the invaluable comment though. It means a lot to me, as always. = )
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Very visual.
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Thank you, Ms. Kim!
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You’re welcome.
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Xo 😊
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Trying to be romantic,Aina? You succeed wonderfully. This poem has such a warm feel but it’s wistful, too, and yes definitely romantic
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You are so good with words, Mr. Flanagan! Wistful– I love it! 😊
Thanks!
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Music is a lifelong companion and even now given the right incentive – usually a couple of glasses of wine and a really good beat – I will happily dance the night away. For romantics it is the prelude – an opportunity to discover a compatibility in movement and heartbeat.
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A million thanks!
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So expressive. So lovely.
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Thank you, Cynthia! = )
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wow. i want to be there.
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I wish. = ) Thank you, Vi!
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Beautiful!
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Yours are breathtaking!
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