Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy
Flashed
a sideward’s glance
From
beneath the black lace of her Mantilla
He
gave her a browse
A
more appraising look altogether
Her
eyes flashed up again
A
lingering languid glance
Which
spoke of her muliebrity
Not
the putative girl
They
were now the cynosure
Of
each other’s eyes
No
words were spoken
Everything
was intuit
With
amative study
And
libidinous perusal
She
his object of pulchritude
He
her beloved inamorato
Then
they had to separate
And
the spell was broken
Until
next Sunday’s reunion
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