Blind Date
What am I doing here?
I cannot believe I am doing this,
he'll take just one look,
and think me a dowdy bore.
Oh but he looks so handsome,
and quite normal too...,
would I like a drink?
may be just the one...or two.
I am flush with nerves,
he must see my colour,
shall we eat?
whats another pound or four.
After dinner,
we walk through the park,
we chit chat for an hour,
and it is getting awfully dark.
Here I lay in his room,
my clothes upon the floor,
he seems pleased to see me,
do not distrub is on the door.
This way and that way,
I have never tried that before,
sweaty and breatheless,
lets do it just once more.
Now in the early hours,
dishevelled, but dressed,
fantasy fullfilled, blind date over,
I return to normality, back to hubby.
Michael J Saint
2003
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