Dead Giveaway
He threaded a hand through her long blonde hair
She shifted from one foot to stand entranced
Their eyes locked together, a constant stare
Grey/green eyes, his sensuous lips enticed
Everything changed within, soul sacrificed
As she pressed both hands to her cheeks
Could such a love develop within weeks
Her heart and mind in a constant turmoil
Smiling, a knowing louche grinning he leaks
Burst bubble, releasing doubt to uncoil
Date 23/9/20
Dizain Contest
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Copyright © Theresa Stephens | Year Posted 2020
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