Sunday Writing Prompt “Diner”


The pursuit of a perfect date
I’m wearing my elegant cloak
Desperately trying to lose weight
Duck coke, won’t have my heart broke
Perhaps wear a mini skirt or black dress
To become a bit like Venus de Milo
What else can I do to impress?
Hoping he’s the right beau
Perhaps with wild abandon
A prison of fascination or crush
We’ll have our first kiss in the garden
Hush, we don’t want to be in a rush
To my beloved with all his goods
Cash or credit card, I don’t mind
Want to party with neighbourhoods
Our hearts together intertwined

For: Sunday Writing Prompt “Diner”


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