I arrive in my customary style,
cloaked,
masked,
showing off
my
best
assets.
I prefer to sashay about
as if
in a
swashbuckling
stupor.
I accept the gloved
invitation.
The brandy went
straight
to
my
head.
I danced
in
color.
I was spied upon
by
Raven
Women.
The attention
made me
grow
bold.
Some disapproved
of my
choice
of
dance
partners.
Others were
simply
gallant.
Perhaps, even
celebratory.
I ended my evening,
romancing
the
stone.
My stamina
all
spent,
I wing
my
way
home.
Thank you, Tess, for the invite to the Annual Willow Manor Ball.
'Twas a night to remember.
Happy Birthday to Us !!!!
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