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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I sat in a darken room You came to me on air I loved you at first sight But you're not for me or there I looked into your eyes I loved your very feel I like the way your bottom wiggled I wanted you for real Two nights later you came to me Sparkling as the stars And then you served to me Spinach, cheese and mars We talked about the ballet I drew your every breath And then the curtain called For one last quick Riposte |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
"And then the curtain called For one last quick Riposte" Interesting ending.  |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I stayed in a hotel in South Wales for about a year. One of the ladies working for spare money in the restaurant had been a dancer until a fall. We held a kind of banter when the owner wasn't around. I suppose I dressed this up amongst our nonsence conversations. Dave |
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