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Clothes In Disarray

I'm being wooed in a schmaltzy, sexy way, an invite to play. Love means allowing emotions to control heart, body, and soul. Despite all the deceit intrinsic to Man, hope helps when it can. Whispers that kindle the imagination; speak of elation. I'm being wooed in a schmaltzy, sexy way; clothes in disarray, morals slip away.

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Line Gauthier

Date: 2/9/2019 8:44:00 PM

Lovely, Emile.

Emile Pinet
Date: 2/10/2019 8:30:00 AM

Thanks Line, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 2/7/2019 4:53:00 AM

Emile, you were being wooed in the best way ever! "Whispers that kindle the imagination speak of elation." _ Beautifully done! Makes me feel 47 years younger.

Emile Pinet
Date: 2/7/2019 8:23:00 AM

Thanks Caren, Ah to be young again, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.