At the bar.

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A slender rachis balanced atop round shapely mounds, her back a seductive prelude.

Eyes wide as saucers soulful as a doe’s, reflected on glistening cherry lips; her face a bewitching spell.

Beware my son, ‘tis not wine that glazes her lips.

three line tales week 27 – red cherries
Copyright Inma Ibáñez                  

Written for Sonya’s TLT – week Twenty seven.

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Published by creatingahome

Welcome to my blog, Its lovely to have you here! I am Chioma and I like to think of myself as an avid reader and a non biased writer.I got married and joined my partner to start our own little new home miles away from family (*tears*). what are my ideologies: I am a strong advocate for maintaining balance and modesty in every area of life. I believe everyone is entitled to their opinions but they should never be forced on another. I strongly agree that you are allowed to shout your views at the top of your lungs, just as I am allowed to totally ignore them. However it is my belief that in order to create a home far from the familiar environment one must make certain compromises. Not compromises that change who you are or your principles but those that allow you live at peace with the neighbours. That said, I hope my page brings a whole new perspective to living under a whole new climate. Thank you.

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