Title: "The Dance Contest" ===== Drabble: "The Dance Contest" (exactly 100 words) Truly he dances for me alone. Others watch, but I see steps that state his love. Legs and arms strong, yet supple, he bends and twists to show his skill. The crowd applaudes him! (I hide tears of pride and joy...) Suddenly I can see him lying upon my bed! I blush to recall the passion we shared -- and burn as I think of the lust we will share later... He is the Persian Boy of Alexander! (And I -- Alexander -- am the most fortunate of men!) Bagoas, you shall win -- even should you lose. For you have won my heart. -the end- |
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