Third Date
Twin mounds floating
above her dinner plate-
I could barely keep eyes
on my food with my lips
lurching across the table
Finally, after interminable
coffee and petits-fors we
adjourned upstairs -down
duvet - swan formed towels
rose petals scattered here
and - eagerly our clothing
rustled and tumbled and -
there in the silvered moon-
light shining on the plump
chair were those twin mounds
still perfectly rounded as she
came to me - unenhanced and
lovely still...
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