I smell his aftershave,
as he leans over the table.
For a moment,
I believe he is going to kiss me.
His whiskers,
gently touch my neck.
I shiver slightly,
as he inhales me.
Strawberry champagne,
never tasted so good.
A first date,
worthy of a poem.
© Debra McLain
Excerpt from To Conquer Or Die Trying
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