Flamenco
...................Dim lights throw flickering shadows through the flamenco sodden smoke filled air
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Her hips swing flicking her blood red dress into shafts of come and get me contours
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He reacts, stamps his heels, elbows at the ready, prances in like a wild bull
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Clapping clapping clapping, eye to eye
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Silence
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then
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The chink of wine glasses, a smile and a secret kiss
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The bartender sweeps away the memory
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Ringing in his ears
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Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-03-15 at 20:44
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