Gardenia laden breeze
flutters lace curtains.
Nightgown clad,
right silk strap slips.
Gentle hands reach slowly
rest lightly on shoulders,
wait patiently.
She sits alert, but melting.
His hazel-flecked eyes ask.
No words. Just asking eyes.
She smiles shyly, nods,
and quietly murmurs yes.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Bjorn asks us to include the word “eye” or a form of the word, within our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us!
lillian the home poet 
Those asking eyes, say a lot. Love the romance Lillian!
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Glad you enjoyed. I decided to bask in the light today, so to speak. 🙂
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My my that’s hot. Nice one.
Happy you dropped by my blog today
Much love
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My first thought is Ooh La La! Funny how words can make those thoughts appear!
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It’s bashful and beautiful. I can see the lace and the daydreaming, window-sitting girl. A lovely pen.
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Ooo-la-la!
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“No words. Just asking eyes.” We can say so much with just our eyes.
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A beautiful romantic moment in time! Well done
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aaah. this is sensuality at its most tender. beautiful
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The subtlety of your words perfectly match the scene!
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OK Ms. Lillian … I am melting here. Melting!
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Lillian, I love the gentle sensuality of your words. The lace curtain adds a lovely bit of old-world charm and naivete. ❤
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I love this gentle love story… those eyes seem to be what did it for her.
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Glorious, so sensual.
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OMG, Lillian. It’s getting hot in here!
-David
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So romantic! Nice one Lillian🙂
Pat
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Eyes can say it all. Wonderfully romantic, Lillian!
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A lovely, gentle and tender romance of a poem, Lillian! Beautiful!
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