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“ that sparkle “
There was a time long ago in years
when she was or seemed to be too familiar.
She put me at ease from the very
first time we chatted online as well as
the countless phone calls that followed.
As time passed she always knew my thoughts
a message would arrive the mere second
I reached for my phone or went online
to message her.
An inappropriate thought about some other woman
could bring forth a tempest within my mind.
I quickly came too terms with the idea
that my own thoughts were evolving
from a previous level of maturity.
Simple thoughts such as
“ nice cleavage “
“ what a nice ass “
“ one hot momma “
Anything more and I would be slapping myself.
We might be thinking the same thing.
That it’s a mere coincident.
A mind over matter argument.
And yes, she does mean a lot to me.
And yes, how she feels about things does matter.
And yes, she is cool with the fantasies
as long as there all about her.
And yes, she does have that magical look in her eyes
And yes, I avoid the scorn.
I’m sure of one thing.
I love seeing that sparkle in her eyes.
