Caution to the winds

You spoke softly,
your sentiments not seeking sympathy.
I led you away from the table dancers,
the wearers of lampshades.
I could talk into the night.
I think you are dangerous,
and your body wants to dance.
I wait for your whisper,
and, given half a chance..

4 Comments

  1. So much promise in this one!

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    1. Lee Dunn says:

      Hi Pradita! Thanks for your kind remarks!

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