By J.Lynne Moore

Dance with my reflection,
The one I see in your eyes.
Tell me how I am perfect,
And other beautiful lies.

Wander not from this moment;
For the future is unseen.
Love me with your wicked ways,
Cut lose your noble mien.

Let’s give the gossips fodder,
To chew on in the night.
While caution eats the crow,
We will love until it’s trite.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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