He glistened and silently beckoned me to rapture.
When we touch begins the dance blissful - at first - but ends a pas de deux
to death.
Weak kneed and flush with the shame of my desire I managed
to whisper, “No.”
I turned and walked
away from his seductive sweetness sure to betray.
At the tender age of 5 I had to be vigilant, be
strong, beware.
We had a stormy history Chocolate and I.
Very well written, Rhonda! And yes, the rhapsodies of chocolate to be sure!!
feels like a dance...
Thank you for your kind words. BTW, You are special to me. Not many have been able to navigate the request for a profile & successfully leave a comment. This series is an exercise in a shorter form for me & also an exercise in responding to comments. Thanks again.
Thank you. Yes Dear Mindy, & another movement to follow.
Ah, I can relate. Unfortunately, as a kid I never managed to walk away... waddle away, maybe.
Ah those were the days Lois Lane
My bestie is so crazy - boo boo girl you màkin me giggles and I got to dump a biotch waste of life friend before I lose the courage - I'll teach her to be mean be The Marine...