A Second Date

My first glimpse of her had me wondering what were my chances
My empty plate had me pushing buttons in search of new romances
Taking my time, measuring my words, I moved forward in my quest
Hiding my anxiety, despite the odds, I managed to receive the answer "Yes".


A picnic among the trees with green grass and cool breezes serving as witnesses to our initial review
Words of endearment accompanied by irregular bites of tasty morsels as our time together really flew
Hand in hand together we departed the location where two hearts beat as one
Looks of satisfaction etched upon our faces giving joy to the moments
together we had fun.


Upon separation a promise was given for a second call
Both of us no longer socially isolated joyfully bidding farewell to the wall
Her ear listening attentively for the magic ring of her phone
Seizing the moment for continuity, or temporarily leaving her by herself, or perhaps forever alone.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
Women always have control over men. The only moment when a man has an advantage is when the opportunity for a second date arises. At this time the woman is wondering "Will he call"?; "Will he keep me waiting"?; "Should I play hard to get"?; "Is this the beginning of something special"? Unfortunately many men have trouble getting "First Dates" so the "Temporary Advantage Mode" for them never materializes. The bottom line concerning love is always filled many times incorrectly by women.

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sophiasummer
Women always have control over men[/color

loved reading your poem

And then came to screaming halt...
my my my....

what wonders of the world, are tied with such ugly bows..

SS
confused
Great writeprofessor
agoodguy2have
methinks you've raised the ire hank. still a second date awaits!
gnj4u
Hi, hankharlow,
With Looks of satisfaction etched upon our faces, it's nice to know that love is shared, not controlled one by the other.
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