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Haunting MelodyA lady of intrigue
Is what you are, my dear.
That small sultry smirk unfurling.
You know that I can not stay away.
Last night at the night club
You wore dainty white, gold-encrusted pearls.
Six inch, red high heels were made easy
As you, the center of my attention, waltzed into the room.
Striking, sharp cheekbones flirted
With an array of flashing lights.
Waves and streams of peach-colored
Tulle adored the body I craved each night.
A nightclub in Paris.
Swathed in between a small bakery
And a quaint barbers shop that hugged the corner.
An off-white awning arched over the old, once fancy doorway.
Dark, forest green drapes covered each window.
The only trace of human life,
a faint fluttering melody of a violin
Floating through the dark, foggy streets of Paris.
White PagesAn early morning sunlight
Flirts with the summit of your cheekbones.
You stretch, all curves and sharp angles in one.
Something more than just a woman curled against me.
Plain off white sheets flutter in an ambitious wind.
The soft corner of a down pillow swathed
Underneath your chin.
You are more than just half of me.
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