It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. The theme is “quiver.”
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Before you ever touch me;
you don’t even have to speak
(not one syllable!).
All you have to do
is look at me
and do that thing
with your eyes
that slow, sexy blink
a sweet almost-grin
and I butterfly-quiver
a breathless
tingly ripple.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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