Sunday Service

Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy
Flashed a sideward’s glance
From beneath the black lace of her Mantilla
He gave her a browse
A more appraising look altogether
Her eyes flashed up again
A lingering languid glance
Which spoke of her muliebrity
Not the putative girl
They were now the cynosure
Of each others eyes
No words were spoken
Everything was intuit
With amative study
And libidinous perusal
She his object of pulchritude     
He her beloved inamorato
Then they had to separate
And the spell was broken
Until next Sundays reunion

Hebdomadal Delights

If it were your aim to learn a new word a day, Sunday Service offers a whole week's worth in one go. No. I didn't know what 'muliebrity' meant either.


Romantic Love Poems


Romantic Poems

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