porter house
steak.
i get the garden salad
with lite
dressing.
she wants dessert, i tell
her i'll have
just a taste.
when we leave she grabs
my shirt and pulls
me in for a kiss,
presses me
against the car and says.
i like you.
maybe you should come
back to my place.
i tell her, but i hardly know
you.
can i trust you?
it's only the first date?
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