Day 10 8/8/13

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Love (Part II)

He picked me up at eight,

On the spot not a minute late,

He was dressed formal,

I hope I wasn't dressed to normal,

He smiled at me as I came out,

With lust in his eyes no doubt,

I was in a dress,

Formal and no less,

He led me to the car,

Had my door ajar,

I couldn't wait to arrive,

Wondering where we were going to dine,

We pulled up to a fancy restaurant,

It looked French as if I could order a croissant,

He held my hand on the way in,

Although I thought my chances with him were slim,

He seemed very interested,

He acted as a gentleman as if he was being tested,

I feel warm inside when he is near,

My feelings for him are clear.

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