Her golden brown legs
were long and shapely.
Her hair, light brown,
reached to her waist
and her open smile
melted the hardest
metal hearts.
I wooed her assiduously,
moved in closer bought
her drinks and trinkets.
We made love, while she
painted her nails and
talked about her friends.
Author notes
50 words max., any form, any style
Spelling and grammar do count.
The prompt is: "There was something about him/her that was like biting on tinfoil.".....a paraphrase from Steven King
And no, there is no connection between this story and any person alive or dead.
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Comments
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I understand completely. Reminds me of the famous quote from Brown about Hemingway...."deep down inside, he's really shallow." I like the poem, probably could have been fleshed out had I not set a word limit. Good work!
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She obviously left the lights on, too, to see her brushing better! Only slightly slighted...
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Aww... this is so filled with imagery. I have never made love while doing my nails. I must try that, apparently you guys don't mind.
Love,
Amera♥
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