The Date
It was a lovely meal; the guinea fowl exquisite.
Your face was quite appealing
Though I didn’t want to kiss it,
And when you walked me to my car
And lowered your head to mine
My ungracious gut reaction was
“My God! Is that the time?”
The meal done, my wheels spun
Like something out a movie.
Just because we shared a table
Doesn’t mean I’ll share my duvet.

Susan Grasekamp

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