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Second Date

Last night we had our second date
We dined in your RV
Everything was Hungarian
And home made just for me

Red wine, Shiraz, accompanied
Was served from a decanter
As we ate we talked a lot
At times was more than banter

At 8:00PM with dinner done
We left there in my car
Went out for margaritas
To my home, it wasn't far

The night was cold my thoughts were bold
As we traveled down the street
You sat beside me in the car
Another course for me to eat

Your profile was attractive
Your face, your breasts, your legs
I wanted you, both then and there
But a gentleman never begs

We arrived at my place
Would be together for our drink
We went inside, to drink, imbibe
Perhaps to get into your pink

I got out the salt and lime
Filled glasses with a shot
We toasted and I looked at you
My erotic mind thought you were hot

The shots were good, I had some wood
Showing slightly in my jeans
I mixed some two shot margaritas
As I reverted to my teens

We took our glasses to the couch
Where we sat down side by side
I wanted badly to seduce you
To give my longing cock a ride

We began conversing
Of our future and our past
And whether we had something
That would go away or last

We both had seen another
Leave this earth and not return
Not ready yet for making love
Complete desires for which we yearn

We looked into each others eyes
Touched hands, there was the mood
I wanted to go further
But to do so would be rude

I care so much about you
Would have loved to dance the dance
Our second date was not the time
That I would get into your pants

We finished up our Margaritas
Maybe had a little buzz
Was time to take you home again
Would have no contact with your fuzz

As I pulled into your yard
And put the car in park
You leaned and kissed me on the lips
I felt your love there in the dark

There was no hesitation
Then you opened up the door
Said goodnight, I'll see you later
(and maybe then we both will score)

Thoughts were mixed, as I drove away
As my headlights lit the night
We could have fornicated
For making love, the time not right
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
The first and second parts of the evening went as planned. Conversation overcame desire; which was not necessarily a bad thing. Looking for more. Time will tell.
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