She grabbed my tie and pulled me in,
after eating, wiped the leftovers off my chin,
soft and silky, warm blankets, rubbing,
afterwards, we're kissing, the others went out, clubbing.

I had a date, I wish I had, I love my date, I wish
I will. Everything goes floopy when I simulate
a proposal, I want to go big, make her laugh and
touched, but I don't have someone to share these small
connections of delightful rows of affection, shown.