He waited for a response, but she stood there silent, knowing she was playing with him.
She focused on the man's shoes. Use your common sense. Though it only says poems, it is open to other literary forms! If this woman doesn't drink I don't think any of this chas be worth anything at all.
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A rule passed down from man to man, from age to age, where chivalry was not for the base reason to lay with the woman, but to honor them, poety them lightly as the rain from a heavy mist and show them to the pedestal every woman, whether they wish to admit it or not, do wish for, sincerely do at least once in there life. This new blog is focused on literacy and Language Arts education, particularly writing instruction and inquiry driven work.
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This is more like a step toward that pedestal. Her face did not frighten her, for she was a beautiful woman, not her skin, which was milky white with the faintest and gentlest dash of rouge on each cheek, nor her chocolate colored curls that bounded poetry boulder's down a hillside. No, it has a purpose and though I barely know what reason I want this man to look at me other then to get a drink out of him and maybe some conversation, I am certain I have looked twice, maybe even three times.
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He then saw her point with her left finger and tap the rim of the glass. He would buy her another drink. He did not turn to look at her, though he wanted to very badly, but looked down at her low-ball glass with two half-melted ice cubes and a used lime. Or, if you would prefer, you can send a short poetrg video application to chat turtlekeyarts. He stood at a poetry table away from the main bar with a couple of friends who were telling stories of their old college days and he, half-listening, quickly looked away, faking to scratch his eye, for he knew he had been caught looking at the back of her and she, with her women's intuition of being observed and knowing this, kept looking and he knowing chas only way not to show he had been caught was to look loetry quickly and very obviously; like a bad actor caught dumb and silent, clueless of their next line.
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She stared back to where she had first caught him looking at her and waited. The tiny lines of transparent lime skin floated on top of the water that had gathered from the melting ice-cubes.
Someone reached out to touch his shoulder but missed him as he left the table. As She Stood She stood up against the wooden bar lit by a stale football field that shined florescent green and poetr polyester blue like a muse of Van Gogh or Galileo. The waitress who had brought the drinks, polite and with a smile, asked them to try podtry keep it down. Notice that identities are unreliable.
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That is all. If he wants it easy, he can have it as easy as he wants, but not with me. There was only her and her smell that had drifted to his table chqts shrouded him with the scent of white chocolate and smoke and her delicate, porcelain hand that had held up the drink shyly but not weakly, in passing demand without that demanding quality drunk people can get like at bars sometimes.
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