She knew her ears were blushing,
\nand wished, in that moment,
\nfor long tresses to come back.<\/p>\n
These up-dos were far too revealing;
\nand she, with her pale complexion,
\ncould vaguely hide her interest.<\/p>\n
Head turned, she watched him saunter
\ncloser, greeting dignitaries at each step.
\neyes burning into ivory skin.<\/p>\n
The blush moved across her cheek
\nDown her stretched neck to
\nblack velvet barely hiding her virginity.<\/p>\n
Feet away, her balance drifted
\nhard against an empty table.
\nHer black fan whipped into eclipse.<\/p>\n
\u201cI see a profligate gaze this evening, mademoiselle.\u201d
\nTears behind dry eyes gasped for breath.
\n\u201cAnd no other suits draw near.\u201d<\/p>\n
He kissed her animate hand. She bit her siren lip.
\n\u201cMy duty – solely to honor your beauty.
\nI sorely lack cupidity.\u201d<\/p>\n
With that he walked away, leaving her puzzled.
\nWas he a priest? Or a monk? Or perhaps royalty?
\nToo good for a peasant in black velvet and diamonds?<\/p>\n
Suddenly, she understood, when his hand
\nhunted the backside of her elder brother.
\nHer ears went white again, and she grew older.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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