My Best Friend

My man, my best friend.

Didn't think it can happen. 

Our first date was great. We

shared the same plate.  Sitting

in his dining room, a table for 8,

set full of mom's dinner plates.

We laughed and chuckled.

Silverware, glasses stared at us

with glare. We had nothing to spare.

China set on a lace draped table

surrounded by oak wood chairs.

Candle sticks of six gave light to

our night.  A night of love and 

relations had us patient.

We scented the same senses of

love, passion and curiousness.

Dark paneled walls gave ambiance 

to the dimly lit room. A scene of

passion, softly we spoke the 

language of love. The two

of us so desperately wanted

togetherness.

Instead of looking into his dreamy

eyes, I shifted sight upon his

juicy lips. I wanted him to ask for

my kisses but the sweet man of 

love said, "tomorrow we will be

together for sure". 

I know it tis, tis I who felt a connection

with a man. A new man I call my 

best friend now.

Author's Note

this is the same poem as the last one a woman best friend i made a few changes in words. but didn't remove it. SORRY