The Choice Is Hers
by: Karl Stewart
Watching the roguish young man

walk towards her with languid grace

she swoons with possibilities

only imagined.

His actions speak in tones

of pure sensuality

as with a soft feathery touch

he reaches out

and runs his fingers through her hair.

Spinning her around and leaning in,

their eyes connect as

they gaze into the mirror.

His sonorous voice fills with promise

as with scissors in hand
he quietly asks,
How would you like it cut?

This is the result of a list of words provided by a friend. The words are:
roguish sonorous feathery scissors tones

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