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By Duke Date: 2002 Feb 14 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.14.16.47.17598]] |
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Lost in single solitary thought - past the noise, beyond the frill. Anxious glances quickly wrought - I scan the grounds for her yet still. A sudden sight of beauty frozen, the light of moon and stars outshone, Clad tight in faded fashion jeans she stood there standing lone. In pinkish cotton shorty top stretched taut o'er suntanned skin, Breasts lifted high together - my heart pounds above the din Of the crowd and carnival sights seen by me and by my kin. They and she of course unknowing of my desire and chagrin. "Hello," calmly I greet her, A coy smile traces cross her face. "Hi back...so glad to see you," replies she with cheerful gaze. Left speechless by her beauty, luscious lips so warm and full, Her lithesome body leaves me breathless, What if now I lose control? But the fireworks have started - people stop to watch the sight, Night-time skies so brightly lighted with points of blue and red and white. This wondrous display for they awaited Though I for one shall disagree. The vision before me in designer jeans and top is who I've come to see. For me I've dreamed this time would come But not at this Tuesday's Fest, Nor with the crowds nor noise nor Mardi Gras sights, Only we - no more ... no less.... |