Never expresses umpteen
His quiet impassive demeanor is my pet peeve
That day, he bought his favorite car
His dream on wheels!
He took me for a maiden ride
And held my hand in the smooth drive
I was flabbergasted but enjoyed the cajoling
His touch on me, felt velvety and lavish
That ride was a special escort
The first drive, my first ride!
Days later, he asked me again
“ please Come for a ride, honey”
I asked, Why?
And he replied casually, “because I want to hold your hand”
But his lies tantalize me, trickling down my sweet spot!