By Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
Response to Weekend Writing Prompt #246: This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 51 words using the word Saunter.
What is it about a man’s walk that turns my own legs to jelly, sets my heart a flutter and keeps my eyes locked on his retreating form?
Not an arrogant, false or defensively combative saunter. It’s the natural saunter of a man who knows he’s a man. Oh yes!
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
😉😁☺️
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Oh yes, some of that nonchalant, confident saunter indeed.
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Ha ha, Ami! A good observation and a great poem (I totally agree) 🙂
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Thank you Sunra! 😉
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Definitely the whole body gait! 🥰
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Is it the gait, or the derriere? 😉
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(smiles and winks) 😉
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Why is Walk Like a Man suddenly haunting me?
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Well done. I will keep all this, including comments, in mind. Fun run, Gypsie.
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Sometimes! 😉
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Ha! I get that too!
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You like to see them leaving? Just kidding. I get it. It’s the gait. Mmhmm.
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I can’t say as that’s something overly noticed! 😉
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I’ve read women look at the jaws first 🙂
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