First Date Dance

Going on a first date

Don’t know what to wear

Went through my entire closet

And, of course there’s nothing there

Slipped on my stilettos

Grown and Sexy is my duty

Though my feet and back will suffer

I must labor for my beauty

Checked myself out in the mirror

Beautiful - or so I’m told

Made certain that my cleavage

Adhered to the first date ‘breast’ code

I want to look attractive

Without looking too loose

May show just a bit of cleavage

To give the girls that extra boost

Going to meet this girl tonight

She’s really smoking hot

I’m hoping she’ll come home with me

No reason she would not

Need to let her know that

I’m a good guy ‘cause it’s true

Could meet her mama any day

And pass scrutiny from her crew

Man, she’s got me open

But she’s not ready for that truth

Have to subdue this lust I feel

So, I’ll talk on my Bluetooth

This guy is very handsome

He’s bright and sexy too

He’s trying to act all nonchalant

But that facade I see right through

The convo was engaging

We both had lots to say

Could not stop staring at her breasts

Know she planned it that way

His hands are really, really big

I wonder….well, maybe not

It wouldn't hurt to sneak a peak

Once it gets within eye shot

First were the appetizers

Shared calamari, it’s the best

He offered to feed some to me

I thought, ‘is this some type of test?’

If I let you feed with me with your fork

So as not to be a grouch

Am I unwittingly consenting to

A wild rump on your couch?

Aww man, she didn't bite at all

Knew I should’ve played it cool

My intention was to show some love

Now, she must think I’m a fool

Temperature is rising

Getting real hot in here

This man must think I’m easy

Must get out and get some air

And when this date had ended

Both stood exhausted…in a trance

From all the two-step shuffling

That comes with a First Date Dance 

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