Quiet As a Mouse
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She liked to play mind games, acting like she didn't care
if I'd show up for our rendezvous as we'd planned.
And yet, she knew perfectly well that I'd be there,
her feminine wiles weren't easy to understand.
Agony and ecstasy were effective tools
that she oft employed, with devastating results.
And amused, she added me to her list of fools,
as we hid like children hiding from the adults.
Camouflaged within secreted sheltered shadows,
our love was stealthily hidden from prying eyes.
And we'd meet in obscure places where no one goes,
for a few short hours, before saying our goodbyes.
She was the rebellious daughter of a rich man,
who forbade her ever to leave his lavish house.
And yet, she'd always sneak out according to plan,
and we'd scurry away as quiet as a mouse.
(Quatrain)
1/21/2021
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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