Friday, August 6, 2010

The Follower

I arrive at her house to take her with me,
I am invited in, they judge what they see.
As I take her out to show her the town,
Her parents then inquire, they ask around.
We go see a movie, the mood is just right,
She is hugging my arm, so warmly and tight,
The movie is over we walk out to hall,
We kiss as we walk almost into a wall.
Slightly more careful now, we go straight outside,
She pushed up against me as hands and eyes slide.
I bring her home later, the night felt like a success,
But she wasn’t the only one I had to impress.

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