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Skin, as smooth as silk, would she quiver at his touch?
He looked forward to this day, so very much
Awaiting her arrival, anxiously, to greet her
It had taken him too long, to try to meet her
He had to build the nerve, to ask her on a date
Knew exactly where she’d be, had to lie in wait
Every Wednesday, the same routine, he didn’t waiver
Thoughts inside his head had said, he could be her savior
Watched her every move, a stalker, he’d become
Practiced every word, so she wouldn’t think him dumb
Hoped she’d notice him, before it was too late
He had every intention, of making her his mate
Finally, he approached, “Hi there, what’s your name?”
Knew from that moment on, she was his to claim
She looked at him, quite startled, then quickly walked away
He called out to her to wait, hoping she would stay
Faster and faster, she made her escape from this man
He was gaining on her, seems he had another plan
Caught her off guard, when she stumbled, on the walk
He tried to help her up, but, she continued to balk
She gave him a look, which was just a bit too wary
That was a mistake, so much for poor, dear Mary
May Writing Prompts – Wednesday’s with Mary – Day 8/31
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