Scott

Well it finally came about
That he came over when I wasn't out
He brought with him a bottle of champagne
But, no corkscrew, what a shame

We spent the next few hours together
Just getting to know each other better
I found he had more than good looks
He kept my interest as well as any books

We talked of philosophy, music, and sports
Past loves, our folks, and his bowling cohorts
There weren't any awkward moments of silence
And neither of us appeared to be tense

The more I was with him, the more I wanted to be
And I hope in the future the more I'll get to see
I don't know if it'll ever come to pass
Because for another date he just never asked

I told him that he'd have to come back
So the champagne we can take of the rack
Maybe we'll use it on that special night
When the flame of desire we finally ignite

I found myself hoping we'd end up in bed
Not on this night but another instead
I just couldn't tell how he felt about me
And whether any more of me he wanted to see

If we're seeing each other a month from now
A present of this poem I'll give him somehow
Be it in a card or wrapped in a bow
I'll decide later but for now I don't know

He said good night with a gentleman's ease
With just a peck and a simple squeeze
I found that he left me wanting for more
But I simply said thanks and shut the door

So, I guess I'll just go on off to bed
And rethink all the things that he said
Maybe it'll shed just a little light
On whether we'll be together another night

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You are listening to Fur Elise written by Ludwig Van Beethoven.
This has always been my most favorites of piano pieces...
...and it has always made me wish I played the piano.
But I played the accordion which is almost like the piano and
you are about to read my poems which are almost like poetry.

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