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Persuasion's Grasp
by S.J. TylerPersuasion walks up to me
over the radiant grass
with a slink in her step
but no wind in her hair
she lifts a finger to my lips
and hushes me,
though I hadn't made a sound.
Then slips, she does,
with her hands down my back
down my waist
and I feel how soft
how smooth she is.
I swallow hard and I want to tremble.
Her arm gives a gesture to the sky
a swish
and the wind picks up her flowing red hair
and she flies off
with one last caress of my cheek.
She blows a kiss,
which knocks whatever
air I might have left in my lungs.
I am left on the grass,
which seems more dull
and less alive than before,
feeling the ache of such a tease
and then a hasty farewell. 09/23/2004 Posted on 09/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 S.J. Tyler
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