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All Eyes On the Stud
Bliss,
wishful,
a banter -
wanting for love.
One of his eyes shut.
Winks with desperation.
His heart’s pounding out seconds.
The blonde rolls her head, her hair falls.
His knees nearly collapse as he’s charmed.
Stud composes himself. He struts forward.
Bombshell draws him into her web - beguiles.
Dull girls and boys, drivel, as they watch,
living out their fantasy life
through athlete and the beauty.
Girls sighing. Boys cheering.
If the popular
can’t make a go,
how will they?
Here comes
bliss.
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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