Persuasive Demeanor
The very moment I experienced her attitude, she lifted me to quite an altitude.
Her perfumed demeanor and composure, was to me an extreme exposure.
It all started with a gorgeous walk..then followed a talk.
Her dimpled smile walked it's way persuasively through me, leaving me helpless obviously in the hands of an empress.
Intoxicated by her interrogations I was, rendering me drunk to be frank.
"Who wouldn't wish for this fish to be an everlasting dish?"
I continue to reminisce, as I miss a Miss in a metaphoric mess.
Copyright © Samuel Kwakye | Year Posted 2019
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