reality is not ideal
not when you are far from me
nor are emotions idyllic
when my heart churns
to touch you with fingertips
dipped in fires of love
the warmth of a tropic sun
is no rival for
your smile that melts the ice
from my frozen heart
and gives my imagination
jolts of electric fantasy
the beauty of a moonlit night
cannot compare to
passion’s reflection in your eyes
such eyes, soulful
expressive of pandora’s desire
to open the forbidden box
and will you open it
that forbidden door of curiosity?
watch your fireflies of desire
escape into the lonely night
surrender to my outstretched hands
your soft enchanting light ?
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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It seems, You could leave a woman breathless!
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Blessings and Peace, Purple_PassionS, SHEE
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.