Never handsome
yet had something
naive blushed easy
kissed gentle no tongue
held hands never groping
none kept him for long
he’d heard the whispers
he the slow one, kind though
too obeisant for his own good
one smiled, shyly asked him
to walk a while with her.
Asked Him
Well now that’s just sweet.
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I wrote it quite a while ago! Dug it out and played around a bit with it today to make it fit a tweet.
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However it came to be.. it was a sweet little thing. When’s your next book coming ?
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Thank you, Tara – the next book, a slow build, I’d say about half-way through, I don’t write poems as quick or often as I used too, probably submit late this year.
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Sweet. I look forward to it… you know.. whenever 😉
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I know…
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Lyrical portrayal of Tenderness
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I’ll try not to let it happen too often!
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Walking with do.
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He’d been on some long ones !
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Shy sweetness of youth, unsure.
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Shy for sure that young man.
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I love it!
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Thank you, Basilike!
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Thank you for sharing it ☺️
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