At dVerse Sarah is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about valentines that didn’t happen.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – After St. Valentine Left The Building
“Never pretend to a love that you do not actually feel ….” Alan Watts
My Coquette Your badge said Altamisa, I'm sure you've fevered a few, your smile jellied me right through, and the crook of your finger stumbled thoughts in my head. The way you played your hair, tell-tale sign of coy regard, as fly to trout, down is my guard, in vein my temples burst, I'm hooked and baited. I glance your ankles, you catch my look, reading me as if a book, shifting your legs you show some more, I love your plot, while losing mine. Wanting to hold you, longing to graze your lips, he pushes past and the spell slips, somehow I misread the lie, but at the door you turn and wink.
parallax 
I adore your 4th stanza Paul .. love is bursting at the seems .. Here’s a classic from Tom Waits
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I do love Waits, thank you Ivor and for adoring the 4th 😉
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Tom Waits is a favourite of mine 🤗🌏
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You have good taste, on both counts 🙂
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Haha! So well-penned, and so much full of images I have almost seen myself…enjoyed that very much..
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I still look 🙂 isn’t that why we go? Thank you so much for sharing that Ain
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Fabulous imagery, Paul.
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Thank you so much Chris, I built it around a long ago real moment, so glad you liked it.
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This is a whole short story in four stanzas. I love the cheeky ending.
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I couldn’t resist 🙂
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A poem worth reading and re-reading. Thanks for sharing. 💕🌟🌟💕
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🙂 thank you for reading, much appreciated.
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I so enjoyed this one! 💝💝 Especially this particular bit; “I glance your ankles, you catch my look, reading me as if a book, shifting your legs you show some more, I love your plot, while losing mine.” 😀
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Thank you Sanaa, she is certainly a cheeky one, thank you for sharing thee bit you enjoyed most. 🙂
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Wonderful poetic story. I am sure many can relate to it. It made me smile and remember youthful days.
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Ah, yes, it came from my younger days, different days, thank you for sharing that Patricia
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A captivating poem, Paul! This is the worst kind of bubble pop!! One to put in the book of learning experience! Well done!
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O it sure is, sure was, lol, thank you Dwight 🙂
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You are welcome!
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What a tease!
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O absolutely, and so enjoyable too 😉
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you chuck – beware this woman
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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Ah, she would turn and wink, the little minx. 🙂
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Ha, definitely, she knew 😀
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Many thanks
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Love the twist at the end
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Those days, sigh, cheeky players.
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