My New Course Mate
My heart beats faster
as she saunters into class,
Her moves, classical!,
like a spell,I am held bound
in a mirage of passion.
Gush! what a beauty!,
still in wonder land, I heard...
'can you shift a bit?'...
I look dazed with mouth open,
as I squirm aside for her.
*She is my Lavender Rose*
CONTEST:"Tanka x2-Pick a Rose from my list" sponsored by Rick Parise.
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