Story in the Form of Poetry: Part Two

Part Two: The Dinner

Business call

After business call

Today has been a day

But, I didn’t want him

To think I was ignoring him

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Back and forth between two people

Communicating constantly checking

In on the other without second guessing

It’s been a week since our last date

And I couldn’t wait to see him again

An undisclosed menu

Awaited him tonight

But at this moment

I’m clocking out and going home

I needed to stop by the grocery store

To get a few things for tonight

A bottle of wine

Some pasta

And something sweet

My friend has been blowing

Up my phoneWhat are you cooking

What are you going to wear

My response

None of her business

I told him around eight so…

Hey

Hey, calling to cancel on me?

Not at all. Just wanted to know if you needed anything

Nope, I picked up some things earlier

Great! See you soon

How thoughtful

Thinking of me already

Not going to rush into this

My heart has a shield

It’s HER that needs to stop

The instant she smells cologne

Gushing

Flood warning in effect

Until dick insertion

Time flies when you’re yea

A quick shower

Tank top

Sweat pants

Hair down

Nothing fancy

Salmon is in the pan searingPasta boiling

Homemade Alfredo sauce made

I really hope tonight goes well

Loneliness has been a tenant for too long

That bitch has to leave

But I’m not going to settle

Not this time

Six minutes until he gets here

I look at his last picture

And got happy when he understood

Come correct and comfortable

I turn everything on low

Awaiting his arrival

Three hundred and sixty seconds later

My doorbell rings

He walks in

Jeans

T-Shirt

Cologne

Calm down girl

Be easy

Hey

Hey, looks like Siri gave you good directions?

Yea, a little bit tricky but I made it.

Come in! Dinner is ready. I just have to grab the wine glasses.

Thanks. Nice place you have here.My dad helped me pick it out. Have a seat. I’ll go plate everything

Girl

Stop it

Calm your fast self down

By this time

It was too late

Throbbing is reaching her hand out

And now had tagged in wetness

Don’t fuck this up

I want real love…

This time

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