Liaisons Dangereuses

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It’s been a while since I just sat down and wrote something freestyle.

With raven hair and emerald eyes,
Her beauty cannot be disguised,
Her velvet skin, her heaving breast
Her passion beats within her chest.

A settled life, a path to tread,
A comfort paunch, twelve years he’s wed,
A pleasing job, devoted wife,
His passion thrown into his life.

Two comets on trajectories glide,
An accident, their worlds collide.
A twist of fate? A lucky chance?
Can he believe, a secong glance?

The chat, the smalltalk, can’t be real,
His circumstance cannot conceal,
She stays around, she sees his worth,
Disguised as humour, banter, mirth.

They share their secrets, both confide,
But he is pensive, mystified,
At length concludes, events replay,
Attraction’s what we do and say.

Author: Mister Bump UK

Designed/developed large IT systems, interrupted by a stroke in 2016, aged 48. Now mix development of health-related software with voluntary work and writing. Married, with an estranged daughter.

26 thoughts on “Liaisons Dangereuses”

      1. I agree. I sometimes wake up in the middle if the night with ideas that have popped into my head 💡 I’m surprised I don’t get up and get started there and then!

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