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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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