First DateA Poem by Madison.Block Poetry
I like it when you say my name. I like the way it slips off your tongue as you whisper it in the dark. I like the way your eyes look at me, lit up by the dashboard as you drive me home. I like the way your hands look on the steering wheel, firm and confident, rough and warm. I think I would like the way they would feel linked with mine.
"Let's do this again sometime," you say at my door. "Ok," I whisper as I step inside. Your smile follows me. And I like the way it looks.
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