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Promenade
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Promenade |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA 
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a slip of the white glove into his pink palm, fisted with crushed seeds his eyes bid it welcome, cheer doubled with a sober modesty she has known sinister, but this gentle brother has pardoned all misery long ago he hides his head in curving wing learning to fly without courage to fall but somehow, he was valiant enough to ask her to accompany him, to honour him here are the eyes that penetrate past lies locked and fixed like eagle unseen watching prey noble hands that do not roam grace in soundless pirouette's glory has discourse without words each song, to be plucked from the air a lover's waltz, each note meant only for them he left his watch at home this night an evening that time cannot touch - a first dance - she will not sleep in the morning replaying every sway, every carnation kiss he will not rest either until she says yes to another night she shall not say . . . no. . . to a gentleman ~~~ |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
ShadowRider - liked this one. She can't say no to a gentleman... BC |
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Silver Streak Member Elite
since 2002-01-02
Posts 3625FL, USA |
Very pretty. Sharing God's Love through perfectlovepoetry.com |
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Ivy Rose Senior Member
since 2001-12-29
Posts 1300MA, USA |
ShadowRider...This was EXQUISITE!!! Full of nuance and romantic innuendo. Yes...a gentleman is a real treat and a welcome breath of fresh air to a lady. ***Ivy Rose |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
Bill: there is value to being a gentleman.....even in this day and age. and there are still a few left who remember why its important. Like you, i am sure. Silver Streak: some long lost prom memories, well...*s*....maybe not lost anymore Thankx S.Streak...thank you. Ivy Rose: ~Bowing to a Lady~ cause i knows one when i sees one *s* Those first real dance reminisces, the clothes, the first breath of perfume, holding close.....those are still vivid, after all these years.... Thankx, y'all! JkF |
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