A Story in the Form of Poetry: Part Three

Part Three: One Kiss

One story after another

Glass after glass of wine

Makes us laugh the night away

Her Girl Scout cookies days

Outweighs

My days dressing up as the red ranger

Where did you learn to cook like that?

My mom and grandma taught me everything. I just learned more along the way

Well, hide this recipe! It’s amazing

Thank you! It’s my “get a man dish!”

I finish my last glass of wine

And asked where the bathroom was

She pointed me in the direction

While getting up

I couldn’t help but notice that even

Dressed down

Her beauty presented itself

Front and center

Once in the bathroom

I washed my hands

And began hyping myself up

For the rest of the night

Whispering words of affirmation

Pretending to shadow box

My self esteemGiving it a one two jab

I didn’t want her to think

I was doing something I shouldn’t be

Finished up

And walked back to the living room

On the table

Sat two plates of pecan pie

She actually listened

Never

Has someone paid this

much attention

To my likes

So is this homemade as well?

Nope. Sara Lee

Love it! No worries. We can work on that!

Maybe…just maybe

We can work on that

Who says that on a second date

Like

Why imply that you want to “work” on something

After dessert, I noticed it was getting late

And I had a long day ahead of me

I got up and helped her with the dishes

Rinsing

Washing

Putting them awayI then grabbed my keys

And made my way to the door

She wasn’t too far behind

Date number two…in the books!

Yes it is. Hope you had a great time!

I did. Will stay in touch so we can cook dinner together!

Please do. I should have a pecan pie recipe by then!

We share one more laugh together

Which is followed by that

Awkward five minute stare

I go in for a hug

But

Instead

My mind says kiss

A long

Soft

Passionate

Kiss

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