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  1. The Grass Is Not Greener By Rhonda Hansome

    Thursday, February 27, 2014


    His compelling scent played an olfactory rhapsody, a clarion on my lips, mouth, and tongue.


    He glistened and silently beckoned me to rapture.
    When we touch begins the dance blissful - at first -  but ends a pas de deux to death.
    Weak kneed and flush with the shame of my desire I managed to whisper, “No.”
    I turned and walked away from his seductive sweetness sure to betray.
    At the tender age of 5 I had to be vigilant, be strong, beware.
    We had a stormy history Chocolate and I.
     
    To be continued...
     
    Rhonda Hansome is lost in the digital wilderness and drinking tears because martinis fuck with her blood pressure meds. 
     













































     
     
     

     

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  2. 7 comments:

    1. Very well written, Rhonda! And yes, the rhapsodies of chocolate to be sure!!

    2. Rhonda said...

      Thank you for your kind words. BTW, You are special to me. Not many have been able to navigate the request for a profile & successfully leave a comment. This series is an exercise in a shorter form for me & also an exercise in responding to comments. Thanks again.

    3. Rhonda said...

      Thank you. Yes Dear Mindy, & another movement to follow.

    4. loislane911 said...

      Ah, I can relate. Unfortunately, as a kid I never managed to walk away... waddle away, maybe.

    5. Rhonda said...

      Ah those were the days Lois Lane

    6. My bestie is so crazy - boo boo girl you màkin me giggles and I got to dump a biotch waste of life friend before I lose the courage - I'll teach her to be mean be The Marine...

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