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Things are quite often NOT what they seem.
The lady in jeans was just on the scene.
She went before Johnny and found all his bling. When Johnny came home he burst on the scene.
The lady walked by him, and moved to his side. She giggled and smiled until he asked why. Her image a song, her beauty found out, but Johnny just stood there afraid of her pout.
Her dialogue winded, her need still unmet.
He wanted that lady and so the song went.
The lady, the one who had robbed him of thought.
The man, he just stood there and prayed to be “taught”. For when all was done, he caved and took haste. For the lady he wanted was gone without trace.
The Reticent Writer
GMosher 2025
The lady in jeans was just on the scene.
She went before Johnny and found all his bling. When Johnny came home he burst on the scene.
The lady walked by him, and moved to his side. She giggled and smiled until he asked why. Her image a song, her beauty found out, but Johnny just stood there afraid of her pout.
Her dialogue winded, her need still unmet.
He wanted that lady and so the song went.
The lady, the one who had robbed him of thought.
The man, he just stood there and prayed to be “taught”. For when all was done, he caved and took haste. For the lady he wanted was gone without trace.
The Reticent Writer
GMosher 2025
(54/F)
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