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Ages passed...
I imagined her
She danced across my eyes
Baiting in wake.

Upon curtain's fall
I leapt from my seat
Running down the aisle
Flinging the door open.

Blinding rays
Retinal burn
Vision coruscated
Squinting to give chase.

Her ways elusive
She knows of my desire
Though not a game
Playfully...

I am upon her.
Taken in arms
Our lips meet
She melts.

I hold her close
Whispering, I assure her
Her eyes trust
Calming heart.