Second Date
Sitting on the couch,
Staring at me.
"I love your eyes,"
His lips say into mine;
His words drifting surely
Up into my ears.
Kissing on the couch,
This is how we get
To know each other.
His tongue drawing
Circles around the back
Of my front teeth.
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