by Tubal Rabbi Cain

Yesterday, Between twilight and dawn, She stepped into view, Steps light and springy From a corridor, Dark and dim, Her gait was alluring As it was inviting, Tall and thin, With legs long and slender, I resisted but not without effort, The urge to grab, The desire to squeeze And the longing to keep. Today, Just after dawn, She came prancing down the muddy road, A rarity stacked, Like a Jaybird, I beheld everything, about her figure, Straight and supple, Like her foot prints, In the mud, Again I resisted, But then she came closer, And stooped So I stepped, To brake the fall, Grabbing, I found she was gone, Where I cannot fathom, And now Long afterwards I see clearly Her figure trim and elegant But remotely, Only In my mind.

Hooked by Tubal Rabbi Cain

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