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'Twas a warm and wonderous Friday eve'.

With a new aquaintance, perhaps to be a friend.

The rain delicately danced a pit-a-pat beat,

As the distant echo an old lover sends.

To a heady chorus of three empty carafes,

Hefty tip upon an embossed plate,

A look of what do we need this pizzazz,

Our taxi does await.

And without words externally heard,

We both rose in dreamy state.



The driver did not seem to ask,

For a destination or pull a fare,

As we nestled quietly with the past,

Neither mentioned nor not a care.

Little did I realise as well,

That as we drifted to my, then, home,

We had already heard the bell,

Of a raptured single tone.

As if sound then could be found,

As our senses had left us alone.



We alighted like a minstrel's tune,

And danced towards the porch,

As the sky had cleared and soon,

The warmth would be engulfed by heated raunch,

In the time it takes to turn a key,

We found ourselves embraced,

And velvet lips that persuaded me,

To let go and feel disgraced,

But we were pissed and I did miss,

A chance so swift and great.