Monday, April 25, 2016

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She stands at the glass doors looking out, her hips tilted to one side
She does it just to torture me
She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder
Her eyes, like fire, beckon me closer
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Cherie Mort
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Sally Plumb Plumb 26 April 2016

Brilliant writing.

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Cherie Mort 25 April 2016

A poem about a woman, from a man's point of view

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