Dinner for One
He took me to my favorite restaurant,
where indulgence on exquisite foods we did do.
A glass of red wine to socially sip on,
so bitterly sweet, I had to have two.
Our seats were at the perfect table,
nestled comfortably in the patio's back space.
Chatting beneath intertwined vines,
lights twinkling on my dress of ivory lace.
We split a slice of strawberry pie,
and proposed ideas of what life could mean.
He shared with me his daring dreams,
and I listened while sipping my glass clean.
I wiped my lips with the clean white napkin,
leaving a streak of red lipstick behind.
I then excused myself to the ladies room,
I hope he didn't mind.
There is where I smeared on a fresh coat,
while he sat alone in the candlelight.
And as he awaited my arrival back,
instead of turning left to the table, I went right.
And to the street I went, where I waited for my ride.
Oh, look! There's my husband now.
And I hopped in on the passenger's side.
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