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Thursday, February 27, 2014

The Grass Is Not Greener By Rhonda Hansome


His compelling scent played an olfactory rhapsody, a clarion on my lips, mouth, and tongue.


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.
 
To be continued...
 
Rhonda Hansome is lost in the digital wilderness and drinking tears because martinis fuck with her blood pressure meds. 
 












































   
 

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7 comments:

  1. What Are You Thinking??February 27, 2014 at 10:06 AM

    Very well written, Rhonda! And yes, the rhapsodies of chocolate to be sure!!

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    1. RHCFebruary 27, 2014 at 8:27 PM

      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.

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  2. Mindy MatijasevicFebruary 27, 2014 at 1:41 PM

    feels like a dance...

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    1. RHCFebruary 27, 2014 at 8:29 PM

      Thank you. Yes Dear Mindy, & another movement to follow.

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  3. loislane911February 28, 2014 at 9:46 PM

    Ah, I can relate. Unfortunately, as a kid I never managed to walk away... waddle away, maybe.

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  4. AnonymousMarch 9, 2014 at 1:54 PM

    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...

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