She couldn't resist the pull, the lure
As she pulled on her dancing shoes
A brassy bossanova cure
To soothe the midnight blues
A window of opportunity, to adore
To look upon her and admire
She danced to own and burn the floor
To set the thing on fire...
This dream was her favourite yet
But it would softly fade again
As she pulled upon her cigarette
And stared into the late night rain...
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@sjw heh cheers hun. ❤ Just read yours again, I didn't realise they had a similar feel 'til now. And of course we have great minds... 😂 Thanks for the RP sweety 👍❤🌹
@HeatherAnne I have, it's leelee1001. Can it wait 'til after the weekend feather? I kinda keep weekends for home and family stuff you know? I do nearly all my opussing (if that's a word!) at work so you're welcome on Monday hunny. Is that ok? 👍❤❤❤
@HeatherAnne and are you absolutely sure you want to delve into my strange brain? It's dark in there... 😂😂😂❤
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