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She said, "Ok."
She was sitting on a bench,
Along the wall,
Outside of the makeup store,
In the mall.
As I walled by,
I noticed,
Then said,
“‘White lace,
With tiny red hearts”.
She frowned,
Said,
“Huh?”.
I replied,
“‘White lace,
With tiny red hearts”.
She said,
“What?”
Looked her,
Straight in the eyes,
(beautiful blue ones),
“‘White lace,
With tiny red hearts”.
She squinted,
“I don’t understand.”
“‘White lace,
With tiny red hearts.”
“Your bikinis.”
She blushed.
She smiled.
She said,
“Do you like them?”
I replied,
“Yes.
Very much.”
She laughed.
Said,
“Judging by what,
I’m looking at,
It’s not just,
The lace and hearts,
You like.”
Again,
I replied,
“Yes.
Very much.”
And,
“I live near here.”
As she stood,
She said,
“Ok.”
Along the wall,
Outside of the makeup store,
In the mall.
As I walled by,
I noticed,
Then said,
“‘White lace,
With tiny red hearts”.
She frowned,
Said,
“Huh?”.
I replied,
“‘White lace,
With tiny red hearts”.
She said,
“What?”
Looked her,
Straight in the eyes,
(beautiful blue ones),
“‘White lace,
With tiny red hearts”.
She squinted,
“I don’t understand.”
“‘White lace,
With tiny red hearts.”
“Your bikinis.”
She blushed.
She smiled.
She said,
“Do you like them?”
I replied,
“Yes.
Very much.”
She laughed.
Said,
“Judging by what,
I’m looking at,
It’s not just,
The lace and hearts,
You like.”
Again,
I replied,
“Yes.
Very much.”
And,
“I live near here.”
As she stood,
She said,
“Ok.”
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