Make sure she allows eye contact, it will show trust.
She’ll want to touch you, she ought to lightly brush your chest.
Her hand should want to stop, lingering as she feels your heartbeat.
Maybe her fingers will tap in rhythm.
If it’s her eyes you see, make sure she sees yours completely.
When she leans in to kiss you goodnight, think. This moment. Is she who you’ve waited to see?
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This reads like a seducers manual, hmm or is that just me?
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Sigh…I visualize what I would do..that’s all. Giggle. But, yes,
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Hmmm I will have to keep my eye on you, more than meets I think.
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More being the operative word. In many ways. Your eye is welcome, just be careful not to stare too much. I lose my luster, probably.
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Never Ms Dawn
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Very kind, Sir
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Wow, Audrey… was I ever off on the wrong track of this one… until I read your explanation of the connection between the photo and the poem.
Then… suddenly… without warning
Sadness filled my heart
For one who once again
Has felt the burn of tattered souls
Undeservedly
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Thanks for reading me, Michael. It will be fine.
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THE BELLS
The bells, the bells
Toll out the extremes
A wedding
Or else
An alarm
Keep on the alert
Keep your ears
Open, alert
The bells, the bells
The bells
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So true! Thank you for sharing this..suits my poem nicely. 🙂
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That was my intention. 🙂
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You made me smile!
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Glad to hear it. I like to spread a little cheer where I can. 🙂
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Always welcomed here, Ben 🙂
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Cheers!
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Love requires flight. The possibility of a fall, the lure of soaring.
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Yes, falling either way. No sense in standing still. ♡
Thank you, Shari
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Lovely photo, lovelier poem. I’m probably dense, but what’s the connection?? (and don’t laugh, okay?!!)
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Thank you, Debbie. ♡
Honestly, I don’t know why more people don’t ask what the connection is when it comes to my photos and poems, and I’m happy you asked.
I guess I visualized looking out the window and down to the street where someone I love was with someone else. Wanting the best for them, but dying a little inside.
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Ah, everyone can resonate to that image, Poetess! Heart-breaking yet optimistic, you know. Thank you for sharing it!
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What does one do when the answer to the question is no? Lovely poem, Audrey.
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Find yes. Thank you, John
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Ha ha ha.
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Smirk… sounds easier than it is, huh? 🙂
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You think? 😀
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