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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Adult · #576753
She works at a Hy-Vee, still.
Rebecca was a name

Quickly around the fluorescent light of a day
and a somewhat simple moment of anticipation,
a woman is created.
Hello are all the words, his eyes
fixed upon all of her sweet sweet smells.
Her hair falls limp along a shoulder
attached to an arm wrapped to her waist,
caressing every inch of his temptation.
Her body holding black from heal to hip
then light along pastel-flavored tops.
He could fall all over a smile.
As she appears there from time to time
and he releases what could only be a god
of all his rants and raves still searching
for something, someone.
She smiled straight blue.
Her eyes holding his, ever changing grace
around the thoughts and emotions of life.
He created himself there,
in the express lane of love and tenure.
She glanced down, at his tie, remembering-
somewhere even with his heart
spinning never giving
up the eyes of her stranger.
And his,
waiting to move downward on the shape of an angel.
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