She's a break
For your heart or your arm
And he's a plague
With infectious charm
She bats her eyes
And he quickly grins
This is a contest
Where the cunningest wins
With their wallets
She's gotten away
She's a femme fatale
Through night and day
His diction's deadly
And face a dream
He practices lines
With his eyes agleam
Every meeting's short
But daring and coy
Yet nothing she does
Can confuse this boy
He buys her meals
Then touches her leg
With false eagerness
He's about to beg
They're going nowhere
And they both realize
But before they get there
Somebody's moves will belie
A weakness, a bruise, a feeling unfeigned
And the winner will leave them
Feeling in vain
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very neat and well written. I like the idea too, its the kind of narrative i like.
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Well written
I like your poem it is filld with good feelings from your heart and speeks to me as I am truly moved by this keep all the great poems coming all the best from Colin as Tolmah1
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