ThursdayII September

Things that happen on the first few dates.
Attention never wanes.
That's me, all over, a real listener, selfless.
My sheets are always clean, like my loo.
And I never lower my standards to poo.
Legs are always shaved, toe nails painted red, hair washed and armpits box fresh: waxed, shaved and plucked within an inch of ingrown hair.
Let's listen to music. Radio 4 is great but not sexy. Upbeat and fun, no bleeding heart love songs or music for lovers, wrong signals.
And at this stage most of it's a second guess.
Outcome the eponymous photo albums;
You at your best, looking like wall to wall party.
Or just drunk with red lipstick.
Or next to an ex in a suit.
You ten years younger.
Before you met.
Quick leaps from the bed.
Worried about morning light and flesh.
Swiping at last night's makeup,
Scrunching hair into a form of ponytail.
Trying to fart silently.
Sexing it up.
Keeping it fresh.
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