I was so great last night! I'm sure she fell in love with me.
When we danced, she formed her body to mine, ever closer.
Not once all night did she move to another, want to be free.
I gave her my number. Sleeping in? Maybe she's a dozer.
It is, after all, nearly noon. Maybe she's of the old school,
one who doesn't think a girl should ever call a man.
Mayhap I should call her. Oh My God! I have been a fool.
I didn't take her number. If she doesn't call I never can.
Author notes
I've been in this position more than once. The damned phone never rang.
A contest entry
- Write Out There. by November-Dani.
550 points, ended November 28, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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God, dont you just hate that. This is great. This is a very exact take on the prompt. I love it. Very well done.
Dani. -
WOW! Great love poem!
This one really impresses me! Wonderful work! Good rhythm and flow! Your imagery and statement are great! Good work!
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