I love thoughtful eye'd women, considerate, demure...minor virtues you couldn't procure on a beauty isle. I love that 'just washed' look, the intelligence and mischief, behind those soft brown eyes, their hair, awry, a little wild...like a gypsy child, in their heart of all, and gentleness, toward the man they're with, that tenderness and quietness. That's what tells me, they are highnesses. They would have me, then and there...nor otherwise:-)
Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico
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