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romance in fifth gear
racing
headlong
daring
full steam ahead
damn the torpedoes
a friend suggests
waiting
caution
let love unfold as
rose in bloom
I nod as if in
agreement
inside my hasty heart
plots
plans
turns a first greeting into
I do
porcelain held mocha
raised with seductive grace
hints at fingers that could
hold other than a
cup
lips that could
nibble on
softer harder things
his words a prelude to my
self-composed
symphony
his syllables orchestrated to
fit my melody
my nagging big girl brain
throws up a red flag at
my impatience
my hungry heart
rips it down
a disappearing waitress
colludes
fairy godmother-like
more time
to charm
to drag him down
my garden path
gravel embedded in his
backsides
reluctant goodbyes
outside
on cracked sidewalk
he leans in for a
tentative kiss
I wangle more with
desired effect
two weeks pass
no word
cancel order for
bridal bouquet
refund honeymoon fare to
paris
swing wrecking ball
smash to smithereens
unshared desires
forever afters
new beginnings are hers
not mine
give that waiting thing
holding back
reserving judgment
grown-up stuff
a chance
move past thinking
waiting is for others
let it be a good idea for
me
no
not a good idea
I hate good ideas
let it be my idea
let waiting
restrain
tame
my wild heart
