How is my date going?
I’m embarrassed to say.
I spilled Dom Pérignon
all over the front of him.
I lapped it up with my
flat, sandpaper tongue.
I might have to go dip
into the cooking wine
if my glass runs dry again.
His teeth are yellow which,
personally, is a turn on.
His hair is stringy and limp.
His parents are both dead.
I tasted starch on his shirt
when I lapped up my mess.
Starching your shirts is sexy?
I think? I’m new to all of this.
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There’s a real sense of excitement mixed with nerves through this. I saw nerves in the sandpaper tongue, then possibly going for a drink. The detail of the yellow teeth sticks out wonderfully. You are so detailed in the second stanza, focusing on him, then back to the shirt…. and you wonder what sexy is. It reads like a first date, and possibly a first time. Love this man.
I love the candor and details of this not so typical first date.