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He looked t me with a crucial question I'm not so

sure he'd ever let touch his tongue

but out of my very own being from that look of his

alone an excited yet mad moan was unwillingly wrung

then he smiled that irresistible, cheery, watery

eyed smile

when he spoke I nearly fell out of my shaking skin

onto the kitchen tile

staring at him in utter disbelief all the while

he never looked at me like this even once before

the passion in me asked just what for me does he now

have in store

I would never even consider to lie and tell you at first

I was a little shy

just like you never think only until its just a little

too late just how high is high

wicked misgivings root me and my least bashful butt

to this very spot

but how long can such a hunk of a man be so cold

yet still appear so hot

I should leave but as yet I have not

I have to see for myself not so much what he has left

to give

but more so what he's got

he just said he loves me it just doesn't easily show

I tell him when it starts

to call me

otherwise we should let the us we used to share

decidedly go........

( written Jan 23, 1992 pm)