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I see courting as a balance between seduction, flirting and intrigue washed with honesty, humor and reality, all designed to impress another to be moved toward desiring to share their time, a simplistic definition for a complex process. A process that has spanned all human and animal history. The pull of Yin and Yang to complete each other. A genetic pre-disposition to mate... to couple... to find a partner. Man and woman are different, capabable of co-existing independently but quietly needing the other... wanting the other. Yes, I agree each can stand alone. Yes, each can requite their goals... though I see that there might be a hollowness or emptiness, being alone. Look deep down in to our soul to a place hidden by rationalizations and you might see a desire to have someone special in your life. You might reveal a want to share. A need to protect as well as being so... A yen for intimacy... a passion to be vulnerable, knowing that expressing that vulnerability requires trust and that trust lets you be closer to the person you really are... no games... no shams... no manipulations.

Angelica Hart

If I'm devilish it is to please you
     I want to see your interest spark anew
What delight to tweak your curiosity
     To lead you down paths of atrocity
If I'm angelic it is to make you smile
     To keep you awake for more than awhile
For you must see all the good in he and she
     And then devour evil to the nth degree
If I snap away a chapter too soon
     It's to make you dance to a character's tune
For mire and dark, spirit and mirth
     Are all for your pleasure, you of worth
If I lead you astry till nearly the end
     Perhaps you'll find the villain's a friend
Oh what glee I find when you ooh and coo
     Oh what happiness even when you boo
If I let you fall in to the story's history
     You will plunder and plunge in all the mystery
It's all in the pretence that lures you well
     For there reside bits of heaven and hell
If I woo you so fine with every single line
     It's to draw out your longing for a goodly time
To keep the story spewing swiftly ahead
     I must certainly keep you in the midst of dread
If I'm angelic it is to maintain tiltillating focus
     A glimpse of another world through hocus pocus
For illusion tweaks yearning exceptionally sublime
     If I'm devilish it is to promote that rumba of desire
I must enflame and taunt, entice you to searing fire
     For this is what I am, exactly what I do, so true
A devilish angel who ignites the imagination in you

MEET THE AUTHORS...
Angelica Hart and Zi

Serious moment, yes they must happen
    As a writing team we have:
      ~Print and/or electronic versions of ten book titles in romance, fantasy, supernatural and paranormal thrillers as Angelica Hart and/or Zi
     ~Numerous published award winning short stories
     ~A combined sixty-years writing experience

    Some people say we're old. Angelica says, "Am not!"

Weblinks forthcoming

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A final thought...
My eyes caught hers smiling at me.
Autumn's winds arrived like a pirate.
She was chilled by the stroke of air.
The elevation of her areola told me so.
My eyes smiled at that and were caught.

To contact authors: A_Vexed_Heart@yahoo.com

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