Sonnet #2

Facing each other, we discuss our youths.
She has blondish hair and pretty white teeth.
Her eyes be magic like a coral reef.
Blowing smooches to her future be-soothed.
A sultry dance with melodic sanctity…
Burlesque, though arabesque, all was glee!
We simply rest in the candled room. We
Start to search realms of pure intensity.
Southern moonlight floods the moonlight bay.
I think all night about how happenstance
Has little to do with the art of the
princely dance.
She seems to do more than hear what I say.
“Feel me from the bottom of you heart.
Never cease to know that I am quite smart.”


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