My first date, like the fruit....
Centered pit without a root
Looking at me...Gentle eyes
Is he reading my thoughts?
Semi sweet and bitter to the tongue
Is he pretentious or am I just cautious?
My heart is beating, my soul... nauseous
This forbidden desire to taste...
My very first transparent "DATE"...
We get to first base, common attraction...
2nd base ...that chemical reaction
Trying to control the testosterone
That makes me daydream
Of tasting my first date forever...
3rd base...here comes the lie
A part of my heart will surely die
If I keep going thru these ups and downs
My first "DATE" ...tastes sour and I frown.
Trying to keep all of this in...
4th base? Hell no...he'll just be a friend!
Tucking my emotions away...
They were ready to embrace my first date.
Now the night has come to a close.
What a waste of my time!
Looking at the silver penny
Trying to be a copper dime...
Leading me...fooling me...got me hoping again...
I drive off in the sunset
I leave my first date...shriveled and dark
Oversized but good for my soul...
For my soul needed reality...
And I won't accept that blind fatality
Hid my heart, 4th base and Soul...
Now I'm back at it again
Another tasty "DATE"...
Oh my this will never ever end!!!!!
~ Written by: Shawn "Fearless" Johnson
Side Bar ~ Book entitled 'Poems From The 4-Leaf Clover Field', pg. 46
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