Poet#19 "the L Word"

Long legs brush below the table.
Smiling glances flow close along.
Feelings welling, silently compelling
explorations flouting public norms.

Little pinkies latch together
flirty looks lead to lurid stares.
No polite societal limitations tonight,
the feeling this evening is laissez-faire.

At last the lure of adulation
precludes their lust to long demure.
Blaming wine for the melting lines,
their lip gloss colors swirl and blur.

The twirling world tilts off its kilter,
plainly altering the faltering rules,
suddenly doubling love's possibilities,
lamenting the self-inflicted limits of fools.

The End

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