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Posted Sun Jan 13th, 2013 1:35am Post subject: My humble poem, remaining untitled.

Leaning against the wall, Drink in hand,
She looks at you with curiosity burning in her eyes.
Time stops. All stare as she leans forward.
The crowd melts away as her lips meet yours…
You are floating as a cloud in the night sky.
Precious few seconds pass by, and a wolf whistle breaks the enchantment.
You wish she would use you a little longer,
But now she is gliding away, eyes unfocused,
And you are left alone,
Leaning against the wall, Drink in hand.

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