by It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. The theme is “quiver.”
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Before you ever touch me;
you don’t even have to speak
(not one syllable!).
All you have to do
is look at me
and do that thing
with your eyes
that slow, sexy blink
a sweet almost-grin
and I butterfly-quiver
a breathless
tingly ripple.
This is such a sweet and sultry piece.
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Nice last two lines showing the power of a look.
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Is that look anything like the one they used to called bedroom eyes? Or undressing you with his eyes? Whatever it is, it does the trick 😉
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Bedroom eyes, more or less.
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Eyes can do that sometimes, make one quiver.
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Indeed they can.
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I love the butterfly-quiver and the breathless tingly ripple.
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Thank you, Kim. I do too. 🙂
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How lovely!
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Oh this is great… when word are not needed…
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Thank you much, Bjorn.
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hmm. yes, and these were usually the bad boys!!
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Gotta love those bad boys. 🙂
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