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Aug 2017
The clarion sounds in my head,
as I observe all eyes on her.
Heel toe walk across the floor,
a rhythmic sway hits the room.

A bit of jealousy turns me green,
as they steal bits of her from me,
one blink at a time,
with covetous stares.

Shoulder length, red hair, curled,
an emerald green tank dress,
revealing tan arms and legs,
twinkling blue eyes catch the light.

She reaches our table and sits,
places her hand in mine,
my security system relaxes a bit,
an unfulfilled sigh is released by the room.

A glass of wine she lifts,
its color matches her lips,
ruby redness swallowed,
her sweetness taming the ****.

I lean in for a kiss,
I can feel the heat from eyes,
and I can hear the lyrics to Jessie's Girl,
playing in their heads.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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