Dedicated as usual to Guy Loranger of Quebec
For Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 23 Poetry Contest
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He simply looked at me. When I looked back, he held that gaze. It nearly made me blush. For building tension he sure had the knack, for by the time he left, I had a crush. He’d smiled with his mouth, but also with his eyes. I had to know him more. That week I thought about him all the time. He was a prize that if I won meant I would have his heart. He came back twice to where I worked at night. We talked and flirted; then he asked me out! The tension building in me I could not fight. I knew his kiss I could not do without. We took it slow. When our lips met at last, it was a kiss that could not be surpassed.
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