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Monday, October 3, 2016
The Characteristics of Moonrose
The characteristics of Moonrose
by
A. E. Lawrence
by
A. E. Lawrence
There was love on her lips but levity in her eyes.
She could become your friend in three seconds flat.
Her sense of compassion, on occasion, did not preclude herself.
A surely glance gave token warning of her boredom.
She considered her newfound maturity reconciliation to its limitations.
She considered her newfound maturity reconciliation to its limitations.
Her mouth fell open in glorious surprise.
Flesh on her shoulders anticipated an improbable caress.
She was vexed beyond any reasonable endurance.
A disloyal cell in her brain dared refute an established opinion.
Her frown was a microsnit short of a snarl.
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The reflective surface of her mind hid no illusions.
Her all-but-perceptible nod was no more than a promise.
She looked back to when she could anticipate the future.
Her compulsiveness kept sanity at bay.
The feeling of jubilation evaporated, and her smile followed suit.
She bore her chastity as she would tight-fitting shoes.
Rampant wishes held contemptuous her wonts.
Her warm, impish smile radiated like a winter hearth.
She sidestepped inelegance with exquisite aplomb and grace.
Malicious skepticism was her daily vitamin.
Malicious skepticism was her daily vitamin.
She dressed by a calculated formula of dishevelment.
One eye was bright with approval, the other narrow and probing.
Her transgressions were fraught with aspirations.
She was consistently inconsistent in her own opinion.
Although she thought young thoughts, she felt old feelings.
Her dry stare gave mute testimony to a premeditated indifference.
She was truly ignorant of her own beauty.
Her you-can’t-see-my-teeth smile foreclosed argument.
A wedge of fraudulent concern caught her by surprise.
Her emotions were beached on a far, gray shore.
Her dream-tattered faculties slowly accepted another day.
Her dream-tattered faculties slowly accepted another day.
The corners of her mouth drifted toward approval.
Her rich, breathy voice floated on the air like a warm, tingly mist.
She learned to savor her femininity as though it were a last meal.
Her fit of indignation demanded curtain calls.
Loving two boys muddled her keen sense of ownership.
Her stiff, thin smile cut a mean swath of rebuttal.
She gazed dim and musing, contemplating her own demise.
Her lower lip twitched furtively, forecasting a smile.
She was swept up in a maelstrom of contradicting truths.
Her self-admonishment lacked an appreciative audience.
The effect of her scowl was puny compared to its intent.
Her chin was unlimbered, ready for battle.
She was still smarting from the melodrama of her ill-fated ardor.
She could be like anyone else but that it entailed change.
She could be like anyone else but that it entailed change.
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Copyright © 2016 Lawrence Entertainment Group
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