Romantic Flutters

“Your hair is like fire,” he cried.

The towering woman looked down at him and sighed.

“Your skin; like cream,” he smiled. “Please stay.”

The pale redhead turned to walk away.

The bard dashed around to block her;

his gait was loose and he wobbled.

“Your beauty is radiant like…” he fumbled.

“Fire!” his eyes roamed up and down her figure.

“Your body is like a dream.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed.

Like a little girl; he screamed.

He crashed through the Inn’s stone wall and hushed.

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