Play to the exotic.
Gallery to mimic.
Flattery with guile.
Unsubtle off the top.
Unabashed affection.
I am phenomenon.
Her Seraphic roil the salon.
Inspire girl of now.
A fond the succubus.
The noir and a flourish.
The conquerors and the episodic.
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From the top brazen.
The years invention.
Caution in the dynamic.
Denizen in the night and
known succor.
Thirst pronounced.
Niche on parade.
Not without pain.
Personalities the fore.
Bogeyman and the crave.
They're bonfire set.
Living dangerous.
I'm center the quarter
and standard hard knocks.
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Voice from the gloaming.
"She run from he's front step.
Outline a man.
Lightning. Listless.
Noble Bill affect by time.
The heavens to right the world.
Deluge. Wanderer.
She don't go home.
Storm warning.
Bar the door.
Do a kindness.
Survival.
The God's right the world.
Outline slender man.
Shotgun at the door.
He come for the girl.
She don't encourage rogue.
Lonely universal.
Opportunists. Body.
Nocturne. I am wolf.
A dread constant.
Climes degrade.
Come for the girl.
The blast and he
determined.
Is pleasant one to another.
Easy feature and resolve.
Your mature and your shoulders.
Born under thunder and its vex.
She is intense quandary.
She is staid.
A smile befit her leaning.
She is quandary.
Bright light and cast to swaddling.
Favoring of yours.
The fond as called by fond.
Our circle of faithful.
Private guile.
Stand on archetype.
They couple a short walk.
And we're source climate.
The lightning twice is cold alone.
A fortnight.
Cup a glow.
Clear you're savvy
and a vantage befit the eye.
Never before had he believed
in the undead.
But he saw the damndest thing.
Beside him at the bar another sap
sitting out the storm.
Thunder clap every time
put his drink down.
A downpour starts.
A ball game on the television.
The bar is filling up.
She is looking for him.
She come a long way.
The last they spoke he
told her never call again.
Another thunder clap.
He put his drink down.
Lightning. He's gone.
Sun Down
I Sat at the end of the wood square table
near the half octagon window.
Jutting out onto the sidewalk.
She sit across from me.
Orders for drinks.
Simple chat while we wait.
While others are waited on.
Dressed in sweaters and dresses.
Suit coats.
Formal wear.
Restaurant dress code appropriate
for a Sunday evening.
You in a blue dress.
Blue floral top and short heels.
Me in a dress shirt long sleeved checkered pattern.
Khakis.
The setting light the place up.
The western sky in full view on you.
For me witness.
