Like a gentle breeze it can be,
and yet a full gale storm
like a shallow river from the hills
where 49ers panned for gold.
The beating of the ocean waves
weathered shards of glass
a latch that catches before it locks,
the chill of frozen air.
From the curl of the upper lip,
and the coil of tousled hair,
From the swivel of the hip,
and bell-bottom flair.
"Love me tender," a gentle kiss
or a deep longing gaze.
"Jailhouse Rock," a primal urge;
desires that lovers wage.
What did you think
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This is quite good Nigel.
Elvis was the complete package and then some and could masterfully perform both soft love songs and rock the house. Much like relationships can take on both forms in their own right.
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And he made marvelous peanut butter and banana sandwiches madam. He gave me one once. He was the soul of generosity madam.
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I had to smile while reading this one because it reminded me of my Mother who absolutely ADORED and WAS SO IN LOVE with Elvis
Thank you for sharing and for bringing to me some fond memories
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Did she? Great! My older sister loved him too. I almost got to chauffeur for Lisa Marie for a weekend but I didn't get the job.
Thanks for commenting!
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