she joined the rabble rousers
in a street dance of abandon
on a night made of fantasy
purple, green, gold
jesters and skeletons and
dominatrix with a whip
fleur de lis and masked revelers
drunken wet kisses, blonde hair
in disarray, eyes glazed with
desire, to be, to love
to live
dancing on a tabletop
in a room of pulsing light
and gyrating bodies
that validate her
wild and secret nature
for one night, in one place
suspended forever in her psyche
~~~
3 Word Wednesday:
Disarray
Rabble
Validate
Charlotte Hamrick 
Very nicely done.
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A story told here..
3WW: mysticism
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oh how i long to relive just one of those moments written in the book of perfection……
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I could feel the passion and intoxicating excitement of this evening…I remember some of those days when I was much, much younger. lol…thank you for a lovely read! (and some wonderful memories)
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dancing on a tabletop… at least once in our lives to experience.. i suppose it would be part of the bucket list…
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Thanks for all the comments. It was one awesome, awesome night!
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