She floundered for a moment, unaware
that she would be concerned if he should care
then brushed it off and twiddled with her hair
(though she couldn't stop the blush--
attributing her tantalized response
to intoxicating ambiance)
and pleaded with her frantic heart to hush.
He found himself unable to defer
attention to whatever might occur
unless it somehow had to do with her
there was nothing he could do
but hope she gave him a chance to win
her heart (now where should he begin?)
or possibly approval to persue.
Are You Reading Me?
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