Long, slow evening walk./
Deep, fun talk. How could a kiss/
miss? She turned away.

Anticipating/
long hoped-for love: a cruel joke/
I played on myself.

Anticipating/
changing my lost life for good /
makes me real nervous.

You have kind eyes that/
I’d love to roll over and/
gaze into each morn.

The confusing Poof!/
You have a great time online,/
then they disappear.

If I went away,/
I doubt I’d even be missed./
There’s plenty of fish.

You wouldn’t know this:/
Women might have to woo, too!/
Men tire of chasing.

I can still feel heat/
like yesterday. Your moistness/
wraps me. (Not really).

You spend hours in great/
conversation. Then . . . nothing./
Is it a food ploy?

She said she’d cried:/
“Let it rip”./
But there was a flip/
side./
Members only got/
to go on her ride.