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.

Written for Sonya’s TLT – week Twenty seven.
Quite striking! Perhaps he should heed his father’s advice.
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Oh I wish he would.
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interesting. you have a captivating way with words thumbs up
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Thank you!
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ooh. there is something eerie in these three beautiful lines! ❤
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Thank you Rosie!
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you are most welcome, dear! ❤
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I doubt the son will listen 🙂
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Hmmm he might try!
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Beautifully done. I could picture her… I almost fell myself!
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LOL!
Thanks for a lovely comment.
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I was thinking they were more seductive as well 😉 Great take!
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Thank you!
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You are very welcome 🙂
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