She was always aroused instantly by his music. Some note of it would touch her soul, and she couldn’t ignore it. Her eyes pointedly met his. She knew she wasn’t just a tool to him. She danced for his tunes. People applauded. She whispered, “I love you.”

The lid dropped. Her love was covered again.

Shared at Thursday Tales (#48) and Theme Thursday (Point).

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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