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 others 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 Sundays
reunion
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