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| Love, Life and Learning Poetry by Darlene All About My Eyes How dare you think that my flirtatious eyes invite you to my bedroom! I’m just a girl watching a boy pass by. Can’t I just smile at your face and it not mean ecstasy? Maybe? Maybe not. But does it matter? All I want to do is tempt you with a thought. You can think without “Doing it,” can’t you? At least, I hope you can. Until then, I’ll smile, my body will flirt and my eyes will say, “Hello, how about a drink?” or “How about a walk?” or even “How about a kiss?” – Because I know I’ll be in your fantasy tonight….It’s All About My Eyes. ____________________________________________________________ All About My Eyes ~ Masquerade Keep guessing till you get it right… Have you ever flirted with someone, changed your mind about them, but eye contact had already given you away? What was their reaction to your sudden rejection? How did you escape without being too negative? Remember, you started it. ____________________________________________________________ All About My Eyes ~ Masquerade Keep guessing till you get it right… Once while dancing in a club, I was infatuated by this guy. The way he moved just made me want him more. He was so smooth and light on his feet. Then he whispered in my ear a very sweet gesture. We shouted at each other across the dance floor. Then when we were in the light and I could see him better, he had a distinct stare that rattled me a bit too much. I kept trying to ditch him the whole night. Finally, he got the message and moved on after the club has closed and it was time to go home. ____________________________________________________________ Love, Life and Learning Poetry by Darlene If If I cried all night, it wouldn’t be long enough to fill the cavities in my weary heart. If I walked the Appalachian mountains from beginning to end, time would still be my only friend. If you ask me, “Am I lost?” I’d say, “I must be without you.” If bribery were all the money I needed, you’d always be free. If you could hear me over thunder, then I’d say we are one. If the smell of roses brings you to me, then I’d say we have a quiet happiness. If when we touch, the warmth consumes you, then we have successfully communicated. If the end of us frightens you, then we are still one. If you dress me in silk and satin, I’ll still be your rag doll. If I am your vision, then you are my voice. If something could be done to eradicate hope, my ifs would live on as whens. If rain soaked up all of your senses, then I’d store them as glaciers. If the moon lights the pathway to our happiness, then the sun is the key to the door. ____________________________________________________________ If ~ A Faithful Romance Love rummages through life and remains existing in a faithful romance… What is your definition of a faithful romance? Do you have a faithful love? When and how did you discover you had a faithful love? ____________________________________________________________ If ~ A Faithful Romance Love rummages through life and remains existing in a faithful romance… There was a boy I met when I was a teen aged girl. He was killed, but I really liked him and he really liked me. His mother thought I was too young for him, but I was only younger than him by three years. It didn't stop him from seeing me anyway. After he died, I thought of him for years and years. Till this day, I think of him and wonder about what could have been had he not died. |
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