The lady In Red Dress. I looked at her hoping to see beyond the ultramarine specks; That spitting image sitting there; but arcane to reach, I’m riveted by the gorgeous figure in the red dress, My lady; standing long hill’d beyond the mountains of Colorado, tap dancing by herself in the fountains of el dorado, then a ravenous hanker for sauvignon leech the cup of my ratiocination like an exquisite painting conjured by the strokes of a master artist, there is a mystery in the corner of her eyes and an attraction on her lips, her eyes were of the color of the skies; I could see through her soul to behold God’s countenance- Constantly switching her focus on a fictional person in space like she is trying to unravel a mystery. I long to buy her a drink and I was shamed by her quick compliance, I could feel my weakness rolling in the aisles. By the tenth glass, it was out of question to get back cos we both bolted reality to find solitude in the distraction. A slippery one way lane and the door closing behind me- every word that fell out her mouth I fell deeper and I held no objection; I felt in the middle of the action and yet left behind the scenes, I proved to be a bad witness to my own crime, One dance with her and I’M dancing to this music forever- I’m the villain in the tragic plot and she is the theme of my songs, I’m the raft that got her through the turbulent sea, and I stand lost at the banks Trying to retrace my footprints; she got home unscathed, she was free of the battles- the knight that saved the damsel in distress fought for freedom- yet enslaved even to his grave because he didn’t look away. © 2019 Tj.kwame
The lady In Red Dress.

I looked at her hoping to see beyond the ultramarine specks;
That spitting image sitting there; but arcane to reach,
I’m riveted by the gorgeous figure in the red dress,
My lady; standing long hill’d beyond the mountains of C... love stories
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The lady In Red Dress. I looked at her hoping to see beyond the ultramarine specks; That spitting image sitting there; but arcane to reach, I’m riveted by the gorgeous figure in the red dress, My lady; standing long hill’d beyond the mountains of Colorado, tap dancing by herself in the fountains of el dorado, then a ravenous hanker for sauvignon leech the cup of my ratiocination like an exquisite painting conjured by the strokes of a master artist, there is a mystery in the corner of her eyes and an attraction on her lips, her eyes were of the color of the skies; I could see through her soul to behold God’s countenance- Constantly switching her focus on a fictional person in space like she is trying to unravel a mystery. I long to buy her a drink and I was shamed by her quick compliance, I could feel my weakness rolling in the aisles. By the tenth glass, it was out of question to get back cos we both bolted reality to find solitude in the distraction. A slippery one way lane and the door closing behind me- every word that fell out her mouth I fell deeper and I held no objection; I felt in the middle of the action and yet left behind the scenes, I proved to be a bad witness to my own crime, One dance with her and I’M dancing to this music forever- I’m the villain in the tragic plot and she is the theme of my songs, I’m the raft that got her through the turbulent sea, and I stand lost at the banks Trying to retrace my footprints; she got home unscathed, she was free of the battles- the knight that saved the damsel in distress fought for freedom- yet enslaved even to his grave because he didn’t look away. © 2019 Tj.kwame

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