There I sat-
On the edge of my seat-
Anxiously waiting-
For us to meet.

Then there you were-
Standing before me-
In your hand a gold locket-
A gift just for me.

You had wavy black hair-
Piercing blue eyes-
And full sensual lips-
That I thought would never tell lies.

You pulled me close-
I rested my head on your chest-
My knees went weak-
My heart hammered in my breast.

Then you were gone-
My heart in your back pocket-
And all I had left-
Was that tiny gold locket.

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