
It was their first date
. . .
She–dressed to the 9’s,
and he, half that
(and more)
.a solid 8.
to a near 10 skirt & heels
–cosmetics sparingly, but judiciously applied
pinned, plucked,
waxed. . .and shaven
he was the
last
,
too
–all khakis, cologne,
and coordination, besides–
gender appropriate
scents wafting in one another’s wake as they stepped into the evening
. . .
a full moon evening
. . .
(cue Howling Wolf)
w pleasant breeze, and balmy feels, and
–car door, opened without guile—naturally, too,
since Lambro-genies…
(skirt smoothing)
are magically
(not there’s)
and both belting,
and pair smiling,
each heading,
(in roundabout fashion)
to the finest place
. . .
either secretly dreamt of,
but neither dared mention
. . .
it was
. . .
. . .
ideal.
the stuff of which all that endures
is made of
–intimate & private, and
so appropriately appointed that
within minutes of staggered arrival
–things got real.
Really real.
dress-up game over,
apparel exchanged
(by tacit agreement)
4
sweats,
(2 to a leg)
and tease,
(because. . .really)
and comfy bed socks. the better
to slip-slide on floors slick enough on which to dance
–and yeah, linoleum, yet its faux tile pattern
was as Grecian as Grecian could be,
–as Grecian as her erstwhile updo
(and more negotiable, too!)
while make up removal
(and start of belief)
. . .
was less .
Seem-less
. . .
but more!
. . .
he–
(so not hymn)
flopping artlessly yet
elegantly
into repose
to
assess menu options
and
she–prattling on about
her way.
all 24/7/365 of it
–effortlessly concocted a 4 star meal,
(too much whine
precluding that 5th star)
–inflection
falling,
and rising,
and falling again
–precisely attuned to his de rigueur,
and non-committal,
and impeccably timed,
monosyllabic responses
(sounding bored)
she served him topless
(slide-her)
as carbs were so yesterday
and it was
a perfect first date
chez eux
–followed by a still better
second,
when 5 o’clock shadowed
their
winter’s day.
November 16, 2019 





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