The Invitation
By Buzby
It wasn’t the way she asked if she could see me again, It was more the look in her eyes. Beautiful brown eyes, That crinkled at the corners when she smiled. And she smiled at me then, as she asked for another date. Her mouth said: “Come to dinner on Friday” Her eyes said: “Make love to me on the dinner table.” Her mouth said: “See you Friday then.” Her eyes said: “I’ll be the sweetest dessert you ever tasted.” Of course, it could just be wishful thinking, I told myself on Friday night as I cleaned my teeth. It might not have meant anything; as I washed behind my ears. She might have just been teasing; as I splashed on my most expensive aftershave. Don’t build your hopes up; as I pulled on clean pants. Don’t get too excited; as I climbed into my tightest jeans. Play it cool; checking in my pocket for a condom. It might just be dinner; But her eyes had promised dessert. Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 04:21 PM PST 0 • 10
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