Our First and Last Date
She wore a long gold coat,
a short black dress underneath,
and high heeled shoes.
Her hair was up, her make up carefully applied.
I took her to see The Nutcracker.
She said she’d never seen ballet before.
I longed to hold her hand,
my eyes on her thighs
as we sat in the darkened auditorium
and watched the dancers.
In the taxi she invited me in.
Looking wonderful
in the tight black lacy dress,
she gazed into my eyes, her pupils huge,
and let her hair down.
I ached to kiss her painted lips, but didn’t dare.
We sat and chatted about the ballet…
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