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Poetry By: Luvving

A man who fancies his chances with every woman meets his match.

Submitted:Jun 5, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

A Rendezvous

A rendezvous, room dark and blue; where a glitter ball spun

Scented candles burned.

Saw Romeo in his element, working the room, mesmerising women swooned.

Ever the cad, his assiduity the talk of the night!

For those who he could excite.

He took to the stage, all eyes engaged, ears peeled as he warbled

In baritone velvet smooth voice.

Hypnotised eyes watched the well rehearsed show, as the glitter ball spun, he added to the glow!

Attention. Women's admiration, was what he knew as he cleared a space in the dancehall; dancing with one woman then two.

Just too bad his reputation, made him undesirable, so when he stretched forth his hand I offered his first refusal!

No, not my kind.

As he leaned towards me whispering words that could only drip from the mouth of a professional womaniser.

Not particularly an unforgettable appetizer!

Yes at a rendezvous, I met a Romeo; watched him work the room

Well rehearsed as women swooned.

If not one then the other for there were no shortage of emotional fools.


Written by Luvving


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