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Atomic Anticipation
She texts me
anticipation builds
clearing my desk
still time to kill.
Five O'clock finally comes
dashing to my car
heart pounding like 100 drums
traffic stretched out so far.
Red light, yellow and green
driving down road and sky
seeking seductive eyes serene
a stop sign gets in my way.
I stop to buy her flowers
so deserved is she
bringing purpose to empty hours
with spell binding sorcery..
Finally she is in doorway standing
our eyes glance and meet
she kisses and hugs me
an atom bomb goes off under my feet.
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