Jan. 14, 2026 for Nette Onclaud's Some Kind Of Mystery Poetry Contest
A man walks in – like Heathcliff from the moor. Intense and smoldering are his dark eyes . That gaze of his is the perfect lure to make you fancy yourself as his prize. Mysterious man with come hither ways conquers hearts with his eyes of sable. Is there any woman for whom he stays? Resist him, dear, if you are able.
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